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 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 [...]
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.
I got saved, throwing myself on the cheap ply-wood altar railing
along with a girl who I practiced making out with in dark basements.
I’ll never forget the catch in my grandmother’s voice that night
after the christmas pagent, in her car, alone. She said that she’s always
worried that no one else could come with her
to [...]
I am
creativly
self-destructive.
I wake in the morning
and remember
cold steel
against skin;
splitting flesh
on my ankle
and thigh;
lines of shining,
red and white
pills on the edge
of my mother’s
kitchen dounter
and an endless
glass of water;
walking home
stumbling
drunk in the dark
alone, arms
around
my neck and waist
not fighting,
pleading for
the real end.
I woke up and knew
you were no longer
a reason
to live
after I drove
away from you
in a midnight
thunderstorm
without
windshield wipers.
I [...]
My little clam shelled
heart knows to rock shut
again just when I wish
it would bloom open
like a rose. Steam it,
hammer it, pry with
a flathead screw driver,
drop it in the boiling pot,
nothing will let you in again.
Typing the letters in on my phone,
eyes glued to the progress black symbols
make across the screen, I’m distracted
by my own eyes reflected there, like
that nymph bending over still waters
can I fall into these words
I am sending you, are my eyes
really like that, gray rings
of water from there the myth
fell into himself, fell into
trouble; my eyes [...]
Over the weekend, I had friends (or friend, perhaps) read:
Saturday: Edna St. Vincent Millay (she suited my working saturday with her longing romantic ways)
Sunday: Anne Sexton
Monday: Jane Hirshfield.
I have been reading the collection The Lives of the Heart because I noticed that my poet friend Jessica was reading it. In it, I have found [...]
