Note To SelfTruth is, I don't know anymore.
Every string, unwinding, unweaving.
The unlikely demise of a tapestry.
I'd like to remind you of… well, a lot of things.
And I'm sorry, but there's no theme.
No message to be had.
These are just words.
I am just words.
i haven't forgottentell me, boyi haven't forgotten2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who is your god.
do not say it
is the limbs
that spread you
do not tell me it is
hands wrapping a head
board, nor a mouth
tugging your name
i want to know who it is
that makes you lucent,
bent beneath the dark,
because there is no divinity
like the one that makes
NymphTranslucent asNymph2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a dragonfly wing—
her hair fans
in the water, and
the sun bleeds.
The WitchesThe witches speak a languageThe Witches2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clearer than my mother's, the edge
of a blade, crack of broken glass,
silky slide of sin, come in, come in, in
my ear, a soft patting drum, the
spell bound lullaby
they croak and coo, all manner of
tone and it is sweet as the summer
tongue growing fat on hand cart ice cream
pops, brisk as the Boston cabbies,
neither here nor there, they are
ever here evermore. They are
inside me, flapper dancing
the pelvis bones, acutely out of
style and carefree, they have me,
the potion's daughter, their invitation
sheer formality. I am in, I am
in, I am deep
at the bottom of the cauldron.
Do you dare consume me? The woman
who gives cancer out freely and lives
to die yet never dies, the sick
anomaly. Can you hear them?
Press your ear
to the flat of my skin. I am
the cast-off shell of the sea,
hollow and rustling – that, there,
that is them – their greedy hands
are chanting, come in, come in,
Chasing RainbowsToo many days spent drowning in inkChasing Rainbows2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Too many nights smothered by shadows
Too many hours lost at sea
Too many demons to stop the bleeding
Too many moons sitting shattered in the dark
Too many moments of potent fragility
Too many storms weathered alone
Too many memories to want to go home
Too many fears that freeze lungs instantly
Too many mirrors making fraud reality
Lights are fading grey
The air's getting cold
There's not enough time left
To keep chasing rainbows
Havens of WoolThe safety of homeHavens of Wool2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's too novel to me
I've wandered alone
Was lost at sea
But lights took me home
Away from my demons
And the homesickness I've always known
Became buried beneath lighter feelings
My heart's no longer in chains
My soul's no longer a prisoner
For a sailor saved me from the waves
Together we leave behind the sea forever.
Oceanic Love Does Not Mean ForeverI do not want you to tell meOceanic Love Does Not Mean Forever2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
of crooked smiles and offshore
moonbeams woven with nightingale
words. You are living in
after memories. You have forgotten
I will live in a way that's unorthodox.
I only want for you
to be lonely and small,
but it's for your own good, you know.
Breathe it in, hold it in, hold yourself
between each of your heartbeats.
Change because some things are
like estranged runaways caught between
the tilt of the earth.
I was the ocean in you
and you didn't understand.
*Waterfall*Waterfall of words*Waterfall*2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Thoughts tumble onto paper
He Found Me Before I Knew1He Found Me Before I Knew3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
our reflection in the windshield
becomes a deluge
texting each other a renga—
on rain-soaked streets
home from work
he finds me on the bed
in a pile of warm laundry
the children we were
in another life
finishing the fence
he smells of wood chips
from my dad's workshop
I connect constellations
of freckles on his shoulders
I open a melon
its green perfume
at the dining table
writing this haiku
the fridge faintly hums
CassiopeiaThe sickle moonCassiopeia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
falls, and I blossom
insomnia to keep you closefalling asleep with the windowsinsomnia to keep you close2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
open, with morning curling
around you like a drop of blue
ink in a glass of water,
turquoise and unwritten;
remembering when early dawn
was a secret you kept
in a soft, aortic pocket—
your dead lighter spinning
to the floor of Lake Ontario,
a halo of its bygone, synergetic flame.
CernunnosHear the wind blowingCernunnos3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through the trees
You wander in the woods
Wondering what's there
The sound of a branch
Breaking fills the air
You feel the hair on your
Neck stand as you turn
Someone was there, but
No one stands there now
You turn to the side
And see a shadowed figure
A Year Ago Today1)A Year Ago Today2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Joe's become a functioning alcoholic,
which I'm okay with. As long as he drives
in a straight line, I don't refuse our meandering
journeys: around the cornfields surrounding Plano,
where the suburbanites raise chickens and flirt
with country music. I like Johnny Cash but
Joe blasts something drawling, with an acoustic
bass thumping to the time of a drunk tractor's
sparking cables, returning from the bar and
driving crookedly behind us. Joe passes me
the joint, then takes a long swig from his flask.
He was a heavy guy before the cocaine,
but after I moved from the city, he went clean,
and there's something about the rounded
slope of his jaw that makes me want to cut
every excess fold of him until he's beautiful,
like the night he drove up to Bridgeport and
bought me a case of beer, fucked me on the stairs,
then pleaded for five more minutes in a voice
that sighed and pitched like the unsteady sway
of a pontoon boat on a windy lake,
"The thing about you is,
I always end up comin
with thanks to frost Now with a reading.with thanks to frost2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
two roads diverged in a soulless dawn
and you pull over,
idling on the shoulder of route 50.
it's a polaroid morning and
the world is as grainy
as your eyes,
and one million miles
is not far enough.
it plays back, filmstrip,
blurred along the length of
and here you are:
facing a choice between
this loosejointed, hollowbodied
this is what
Cicadas in the HibiscusThe WastelandCicadas in the Hibiscus2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Planet Earth is dead.
The Biospheres are pristine,
He breaks ships for cash
but has never flown above
the smog and rusting.
They revolve like moons
with a hundred white faces.
Billions look up.
The Garden of Eden
"Let's feed the Earthlings,"
cries a human. She wonders
Extinct flowers bloom.
The day cycle ends and she
watches the dome split.
were renamed by the Founders.
She finds Orion.
The Dark Star
He collects spare parts,
amasses a ship in months,
then learns to pilot.
"There's no need for a
license to kill, kill, kill, kill,
She sees him coming,
but says nothing. The glass
erupts to soundless.
They watch from the ground
and color televisions.
Some cheer. Some sicken.
"And measures have been
taken to ensure no more
Spheres will be damaged."
The borders tighten.
Someone starves in Coal City.
Planet Earth is dead.
Trail BlazingOrigami starsTrail Blazing3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
trail fires across dark skies;
the autumn solstice.
TemponautSundays: no one's butterflies areTemponaut2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
going to affect the wavelength
of the sun magnifying ants
(nothing will happen anyway).
Rewind, the air wrinkles into
sundays: no one's butterflies are
stuck on weeping quicklime (not yet)
that doesn't hesitate; floor it.
High-pitched tires are slashed by the
hissing water, parked sometime on
sundays: no one's butterflies are
run over by broken sunshine.
One last time to make this right, keep
blinking back - stop flapping its wings
'fore they reek like pelting rain from
sundays: no one's butterflies are...
astronomerswhen we're togetherastronomers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dusk is containable; the moon in my palms
and the stars on your ceiling.
we lull the city to sleep
with our theories of life; my tongue curling
do you remember,
when Jupiter was a silver wick, lighting its countless moons?
you balanced a cigarette off your lips,
and I watched the vermillion flame burn life
as a newborn sun;
planets moulding and constellations snaked
above our eyes.
what it would be like to be curled
inside the embers creator and destroyer
so close to your lips.
grains of sand could never make it whole againi.grains of sand could never make it whole again2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
flashback to the day your record player died,
a stranger stole your heart & it rained for a week straight.
remember how cold it was at the bus stop, how the ice streaked the sidewalk silver
& songbird's cries for spring fell like roadkill on the pavement.
fast forward to tomorrow and it's all a little better, the sun comes out
& there's fresh dew on the lawn,
when your boss cares more about covering up the bruise on her neck
than anything you could possibly do to fuck up.
today it's partly cloudy, the world still damp with memories and for now
you're forced to wake up to the radio alone,
even though vinyl still lines your bedroom walls
& you think that some things are better left broken.
sleep, as an elephant1.sleep, as an elephant3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is strange to see you
older and out of love with me
it is similarly strange to see me
younger and out of love with you.
i want to
throw my arms around your neck
thank you for
leading me to believe in love,
thank you for
showing me what the cock does
when it crows and summons the morning.
thank you for laying in my bed,
breathing my breath.
thank you for laying in my bed,
with your head on my breast
listening to the fluttering
bird in its nest.
thank you for staining my bed-
with your salt, it was blessed.
thank you for leaving my bed,
giving my dreams to its next.
thank you for, out of all the rest,
choosing me as the first, remembering
me with the best.
thank you for june,
and then june again.
thank you for december, and
thank you for the time
that helped me break my body in-
thank you for two ticks
on the wall of not-forever.
thank you for june to june to december.
in a few years,
when you are older still and i am
getting even younger, i want to take
dragonfly wingsi. There is an entire generation of humans who grew up learning how to be murderers,dragonfly wings2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
learning how to wound creatures for an audience and a laugh, and oh
how they love to laugh, pigtailed executioners
and torturers of all that frail life
that could be contained in a quiet garden.
ii. They take spiders by their bellies and put them one each on two ends of a stick,
and they poke and prod and push until one decides to eat the other,
for there must be a duel, there must be a death, or there is no fun,
and the children will race off to find new things to hurt.
They take dragonflies by the wings and stick their jewel tails into electric sockets,
playing god in their pajamas, leaving peanut butter fingerprints
on the little pockets of heaven they find and fight over,
keeping the pretty pieces for their scrapbooks, like you could trap life
beneath scotch tape and label it between lines red-blue-red.
iii. Well maybe they know better, if you want to believe there's a muted brilliance