wont you remember me this way: bright and strange against everything else... like blood on snow...

there is a flag in my house and a farmer i pay

folktale — Thu, 22 Dec 2011 23:20:49 +0000

we placed the coins in the cracked hand of the tall farmer

his wife in plaid glowing round and ruddy beside him

and we sang to ourselves

different tunes

marching proudly home with our christmas pears

folktale — Thu, 22 Dec 2011 23:14:04 +0000

there must be singing and those tiny colored flags

we must string the triangles from window to window and through all the trees

red blue yellow orange blue hope

we must light up every delicate sparkling little woven piece of ice

keep alive keep alive keep holding

folktale — Fri, 11 Nov 2011 05:48:25 +0000

there is no tree falling alone in a forest, or new york sidewalk full of strangers, or back road leading into back road

that is lonely enough to resemble the feeling of being forgotten by a loved one.

folktale — Sun, 06 Nov 2011 22:26:52 +0000

folktale — Mon, 03 Oct 2011 22:05:31 +0000

when the house is mine, i let the stereo off her leash.

folktale — Sun, 18 Sep 2011 03:00:00 +0000

it is snowing in every memory i have of you

and you are always wearing that stupid blue shirt

folktale — Sun, 18 Sep 2011 02:36:53 +0000

the white and black will battle

in the grey matter

folktale — Fri, 09 Sep 2011 22:15:43 +0000

every year there are far fewer monsters in retrospect… and far more humans

folktale — Fri, 09 Sep 2011 22:14:54 +0000

i knocked

and you made a hollow sound

but we were young then

and our insides weren’t on our insides at all

but on our sleeves

folktale — Mon, 05 Sep 2011 06:30:57 +0000

oh darling

the forest has eaten my running legs and my fighting arms

i am all heart now

and for the taking