Inspired by Patrick Lane’s poem
“Under The Sun In The Dry, Desert Hills Where The Rain Never Falls In August”
Knee deep in liquid sky, a heron bides time in tall sedge shadows.
Canola, fluorescent yellow, a horseshoe frame for this mirrored water.
Among the swirl of, sandpiper, starling, sparrow, flash of blackbird; nothing as still.
The heron lifts one […]
O I willingly stake all for you
~Whitman
I am counting sunsets
and numbering the hours of sleep
love has gone utterly off
and the way back in is lost.
Silent, I hope for occasional
confirmation that I can keep
hope alive. If only she would
poke her head out from under
the covers and see that I am
undressed, have left everything
at […]
The ordinary can be like medicine
~ Alexie
When she pedals on, the sun
glints off her reflectors, calling back
to push me forward. Her hair
falling from a wild place, she leans
further back to show me a new trick,
a faint smear of peanut butter
tells her age, just play. I move
my legs in lazy loops to catch her,
chain derailed, […]
4 days is a long time.
Long enough to forget
how to breathe frozen air,
the slippery way we have to
glide to one another.
Vanishing vocals
becoming sacrificial
caterpillar ‘O’s
that swagger.
4 days is long enough
to become obsessed with
foreign architecture.
Manicured Hollywood fantasies
voyaging upwind on
rust-born ships across
neon pavement
laden with peaked limericks
shucked oysters and
wrinkled but legible tobacco novelties.
Pictures framed with
half-fogged window panes;
swift morning uniforms
of […]
: your footprints your careful swagger how you worried about your protruding hip bones the way you rattled in your frame.
We are here again and somehow there is time for dawdling for kicking stone after stone into the curling waves.
You collected bottle caps […]
