April 2012
5 posts
Small Yawns Constructing Chaos
It is the wave that rarely raises now— the desire to move, to connect, to do anything at all. Tasks melt into each other until I’ve forgotten how
to lift a spoon: a holy fast without a sacred vow. Outside, everything is being reborn, it is spring and all the living is trapped in bloom just now;
except you are ashes; no more tightening of your brow, no more watching as you drive and...
“Today I will conjure love from the empty air. I will call it out from thin places where people walk without breathing, from dark places where they stumble without seeing. I will find love in those I do not like and let love appear in the faces I avoid. I will make room for love in my life even if I feel overcrowded with worry. I will offer love without restraint even if I have not...
Alouette Grise
At first you wanted that dress to be gray, but when we talked of weddings recently and I asked— no, I would wear something different now—you say.
I’m told again and again it will get better, and it may— I’d prefer this constant walk through a graveyard you don’t have not last; you’re not buried, but your tombstone, the sky and the Tiber, are gray.
What happened was so...
grateful to a dear friend for sharing this piece with me during such a critical time…
Fox —by Adrienne Rich (May 16, 1929 – March 27, 2012)
I needed fox Badly I needed a vixen for the long time none had come near me I needed recognition from a triangulated face burnt-yellow eyes fronting the long body the fierce and sacrificial tail I needed history of fox briars of legend it...
To Drown In It
I’m breathing from a new dimension underwater and displaced— tree, fence line, horizon: not where they truly are but in soft triangles; shining and shifting just to the left of my touch.
Just out of grasp so why reach at all? Sinking has a pull so seductive I can barely breathe, I barely want to, I want each sense violently starved to its height: the only way to feel anything just now.
