Category Archives: Love

Stratocumulus

Sometimes, when I am flying through the sky, I watch a shadow of my ship dragging across the backs of a scudding cloud.  I am my body lain along you, the curls and whips of white: your back, curving and drifting … Continue reading

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A Ballerina, On a Shaking Shore

for W. C. Williams, and some others There is a flickering of midnight torches along the edges of Atlantic beaches, these shuttering retreats, ghosted fall houses of Eastham, Wellfleet’s quiet drive-in, Truro’s barque emerging above the waterline. Oh, Newman, what … Continue reading

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Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum

My name is an ending, surname, derived from the Latin “Martinus”. (A gift from a father lost, failing beneath my powerless hands). I am dedicated to war not poetry no not that, not some clinking at keys, rather, clinking at bullets, … Continue reading

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Lost Intruments

Am I alone in obsessing over the fate of Astrolabe?

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Horse Hair Skier

Your nails still refuse to drag along my skin. Snow leopard. You… Your nails retracted, tongue curled, folded. Padding away into a mountains dark crevices. Where I, kokburu player, goat tosser extraordinaire, mad skier across Tuvan skies, lasso in hand and elk … Continue reading

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Stay: Audio

So, riffing off Stay, a poem I wrote back in autumn. Curious what you think. I’m trying to work through some things… what love is all about, which is a rather large topic, how do we identify when we’re in … Continue reading

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“Stay”

What is the edge of love? One moment, solid ground. Something… lost. We never remember falling asleep. We never know the edge of love. Is it water, contained by only dry continents… then, destroying their edges? Lapping. Eating Owning. The … Continue reading

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