Film of water on sidewalks
this morning was still
though drops are falling
in the heat thickend air.
You are a poem I wanted
to write without the word I.
I couldn’t do it, so now
I am running, feet falling
in puddles to break this
silence; with each shoe fall,
the world hears our name, you
and I, and you. It’s always
full circle. [...]
I’ve been studk in a rut lately, but a recent post over at mygorgeoussomewhere kicked me on the ass mad made me say, I wanna do that too.
So, tomorrow… All day tomorrow.
Ask me anything, anything you want: I will answer. Honestly.
Just like dear Dana says in her rules, I will [...]
I write a lot about love. and a little about sex. And a little about violence. Or maybe it is all colored and narrated with violence.
I’m having trouble writing lately. I think it is partially beacuse of stress. I think that it also has to do with the fact that [...]
all come to me
in search
of love.
It starts
as an inkling
a quiet need
that blossoms
rapidly into obsession,
into passion. It blossoms
only to wilt. Why can’t
I quit using the word,
why can’t I leave it
behind to the archives.
I want to cut thru the air
like a knife. I want to feel
sweat evaporate. You forgot
time and time again that I [...]
She woke up. The sky was so blue she thought she could cut a piece of it off and suck on it. She thought it would dissolve bit by bit in her mouth. It would sustain her.
Years ago, she woke up, too. She woke to find wings had sprouted from her [...]
I was wanting
to fly - desperate
for one moment of sheer
joy, passionate for excitement -
no matter how short lived.
So, I climbed, placing one
foot above the other, dragging
my emmense weight up
up up into another woman’s heaven.
At the top, the world
was a child’s play thing. I imagined
a giant blue air bag, the sort that
stunt men [...]
You have to see this, a photo collage on NYT that has pictures of every soldier killed in Iraq. Too moving. Here is a poem.
These dead
We have all been
a tomb
for your ashes,
you men and women
we will never know.
Where are your accolades, where
is your coffin? I never saw
any evidence of your existance,
save for [...]
and that was all. No lights,
no sweet hum of household
appliances. A flash of light
when I was alone
Just before dark. I saw it only
out of the corner
of my eye. I was drawn towards
it and repelled. I wanted
to see it better, its color and
shape. I wanted to see,
but I knew it [...]
Lately, all the searches for me are boring and un inspiring. I miss the days of “I miss you and the flowers growing out of your ass.”
You’d think a poem about fisting would up the ante here a little. Maybe I need to write about Anal sex, too. Hmmm…. BDSM, [...]
I took you there
on the floor, the carpet
like little claws
digging at
my skin.
I pushed you
down before
you had the chance
to shut the door
and you wrapped your
arms around me,
and held me close
as I moved my hands over
your body
pressing mine against you
pressing myself
into you.
I took you
there and then
though I knew
you did not
feel the same
as I did.
