Monthly Archives: February 2013

I Am a Rocking Child, Rolling

I am contained by spit and bailing wire, the old go-cart knocked together from peach crates, roller skates, an old wooden skate affixed with bent nails to peach-stained slats. Rocking down hills, round hairpin turns, skipping cracks and gaps. Memory. Bailing … Continue reading

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A Muddy of Colors

There is a dissipating storm slipping over the tips of the Alps. A broken man begging coins in Houston. A potter with shaking fingers, no longer mending in Calcutta. My shadow eluding me in dark Boston alleyways. Your eyes are headlamps, mirrored … Continue reading

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Your Hands, On Me

My cracks/ You fill them with gold. Turn me in your hands.

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There Is a Thing

To be said, about love. Birthed in the shadow of the rock, a daughter of Tyre                        thou art my hiding place dozing, salamander curled, nose to tail, fire banked, … Continue reading

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First Impression Upon Encountering The Wanderer (circa 10th c.)

I hid my lord in the darkness of the earth                                                             … Continue reading

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Safe as Houses

stood out, the thief in a mill, safer than mice in cheeses. if it please, then, he still didn’t find it, that needle the traveler was peddling, pulling him back outside, boredom a dangerous enemy now met in a narrow … Continue reading

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In the Night Gardens

It’s now past midnight, it’s time to sleep. Heart a bang drumming, slowing, boom boom boom. Eyes closing like bloodroots, at the loss of the sun, dreams staining lovers minds, while restless nights bring open dreams, nottinghams that bloom, creep … Continue reading

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