I am sitting by a wall of glass, harbor outside, wind, lightning and thunder and rain and in each flash I see you next to me, that it's just a camera flash moment, sudden capture, still.... you are next to me. You're not tying one on with Tisiphone tonight, no... you're here. I'm there. We … Continue reading Plato’s Plate Glass
When you painted me eggs for breakfast, the little cute ones - smiley faces, mustached, some crowned some done up on little crucifixes made of bone, sinew, spit and tears, my first reaction was one of hollow, righteous indignation, rage. I wanted to hurl them at the sky, smash passing birds, distract airplanes and bring … Continue reading Iconic
I do not know which is worse. Finding a personal, loving letter from someone you cannot seem to remember. Or Finding a personal, loving letter from someone you cannot seem to forget.
Almost got to touch you, tonight. Caracal... you purr. Cat. Nails. Some light scratch. Tail slipping through grass. Almost got to touch you.
Boom, then sounds like shattering glass, fragments of glass, plinking sounds carried on the wind. Boom. Agitated, the city, men with guns rummaging around yards, snipers on rooftop, jumbles of green, black, blue. Shooting. Shooting past walls, reason resistance. Men are hunters, men are chaos shooting. Bombing. Shattering glass. Helicopters split the air, float and … Continue reading We Are in Manic House, Operational and Compromised
I am running across the dunes falling down the sand, with the flow. You are below, around, behind, I don’t know, mother, father… …you are flowing across the sand with me, away from me, it’s all shifting so smoothly. Once, when I was 8 or 9, (Maybe 10) You took me into the record books, … Continue reading Happier Not Throwing
d'Artagnan... is restless. Once, he wandered onstage, admired Cyrano's quick blade and cutting wit. Then found a musket ball at Maastricht, and wandered off. Some say mothballed at Wolder, others wandering the New World, mayhap Boston's where he found his feet. Perhaps soon caressing a lover of books. Wondering what she'll whisper when she dances … Continue reading Brodsky Complications
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 windows, light flashes behind my eyelids. There is a snake, listless, long, and leering, at … Continue reading A Muddy of Colors
I hid my lord's story in the darkness of the earth siþþan geara iu - hrusan heolstre biwrah You said Where the horse gone? Where the rider? I hid my face, my lord long gone voyaging Where the giver of treasure? Gone deep and dark, places where - for people like us - some permanence … Continue reading wander
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 street. skipped blithely by the praying pirate, and ran into debt for a little wisdom, … Continue reading Safe as Houses