In woods, along the ocean,the trees feed along briny streams,the moon feeding,then starving,day upon day -time without end In woods,forest that turn towards marsh,estuaries holding heron,dinosaur-like beasts taking wingbeating along curving waters,disappearing into copses of white cedarscrubby pine, bent by winds In woods, where I fed her grapes, a picnic my young heart had packed,the … Continue reading When the Salt Blew
Tag: poetry
On Ragged Mountain
There's a luxury - a pleasure really, it's that more not like the joy of an avocado (not to dismiss that joy, sliding along the skin, opening the ripe fruit to eager hands, fingers sliding into flesh to scoop and taste and slip along the tongue) No, not that but the ecstasy of the familiar, … Continue reading On Ragged Mountain
The Answer
There was a wind winding down from star to sea, whipping along eastern ranges, whispering strange words in accented syllables, a Romanian Shakespearean rag, sometimes humming something from The Weekend. Sometimes a muse must be answered. There were scrubs worn in the imaging room, fancy dress for after, the hint of musk on curving neck … Continue reading The Answer
Wrapping Backwards
Something about losing small pieces - an errant tooth, the color in my hair, the smell of autumn as father held my hand, fading vision / a kidney butchered under failing hands, and time a butterfly flapping backward through time, wrapping itself in strands fading memories wandering banter stolen kisses amongst the shrubbery, the illicit … Continue reading Wrapping Backwards
Burning Autumn
In the autumn, with leaves burning, safety as children running embers floating in the air. And I am burning leaves again. The tulips i pulled from your garden how you say me hiding, behind our pine. Eyes wide. Knowing that you were one person. And about to become another. How. You. Yelled. And how it … Continue reading Burning Autumn
When We are brave
When we are brave enough we are not present we are simply in a wrong moment Between key strokes and dramatic elipsing lays our raging moments, against the dying of the light And we feed our platform as it feeds on us, our bravery (our sex) is stroking keys and raging at random moments
Dominion
I held your hand as you sighed, chest heaving caving and rising, that old cadence, that old chestnut rag. "God is a bastard, a true SOB," I told you, patting at the sweat breaking beads on your brow. "Your mother won't tell me about it, because vows and such." But I can see it, in the … Continue reading Dominion
Heart in England
I had a heart when I was in England Heart in England, morning runs through cemeteries racing with Mary's ghost, merging with the mist amongst the cenotaphs, vaporous fingers tracing ancient names on leaning tombstones, and tracing sweat along my chest as this American boy pumped legs round and round, lighter then, lithe even, leaping … Continue reading Heart in England
a mind, bound
you did not kiss her when you touched her the last time, your entry lacked finesse - was more like your marriage, cold, hard, familiar inevitable, regrettable but... you held her, wrists above her head, hips cracking manic hard bound and again, and again, and again you touched her, that stranger, walking by you, you … Continue reading a mind, bound
Eye Gaze Cannot Ignore (Arrows)
hell beach i am going to I am going beach to (you without)gathering seashells 'n (wind sea chuckles) >>>this is where you are looking, not right, up to where i found the right spot for your eyeballs [icon insert here(?) :] "blam" when designing/ smashing shells arrows draw eyes (scroll down, now) i am going … Continue reading Eye Gaze Cannot Ignore (Arrows)
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