enjoy the medicinal properties of hugs November 10, 2009

lean in
to someone

paper birds November 9, 2009

will i
one day
fold paper birds
out of
all of
our long love letters?

giving friends salty paper-cuts for fun November 9, 2009

go away

the inappropriate parade November 9, 2009

let’s parade the inappropriate around…
shall we?
the world will not resist us
for it is either too jaded to notice
or far to frightened too bother raising any red flags…

this empty house November 9, 2009

it is inevitable…
the hungry wolf of work
will take me over
in this empty house tonight

little bleak brown eyes November 9, 2009

my little bleak brown eyes
see you
places you are not
 
 

love is… November 9, 2009

in the woods
as i am….
alone
and unlike any other creature…
uneducated by
my old mistakes….
i cannot see into tomorrow.. never can…
we wish we had or could
see what we should do
and find a confidence we are not holding…
but hope to…
when we are running
head long into brick walls and the dim horizons
we long to call morning…
when everything has settled like [...]

the chair on the porch November 8, 2009

bending quiet…
my belly rests on my thighs
my arms hold my shins
my eyes rimmed with red
my hair is in the usual stocking cap…
no one is waiting up
for me…
i call home:
the old rock home in the mountains
where the horses were…
but there is no one who can
(…via conversation ….via telephone)
meet me where i am
and say
i am so sorry
… [...]

who is listening? November 8, 2009

this stubborn discourse:
can you not feel the void?
we are shouting at a corpse…

opacity November 4, 2009

i asked for help today
i asked:
“won’t you let me take a shape?”
“won’t you let me dream?”
“…and then… won’t you let me exist in the dream?”
….  to be larger than the ghost i am…