*Originally a poem of ten parts 8. If I were to travel and return To what I was back in ‘02, A thing of five years aching For a nap in the afternoon And wondering why pencils Were so big and letters so small But with memories of this present Shoved through my ears, I’d …
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Temporal Transfix Pt. 4
*A work of ten parts originally 6. I wave a hand at my reflection, and, after a tic, she waves back. 7. You know she’ll leave eventually, or you’ll leave, if you’re fast enough. The coming departure stretching roots in your living, stuffing its flowers under the couch in coat pockets hanging …
Temporal Transfix Pt. 3
*A work of ten parts originally 4. In the future I conceive for myself, I wake mornings to hear the chatter of early birds and the nurturing soil grow tomatoes and strawberries in the garden out back. The breeze knows me by name, sings the syllables above watermelon patches and orange trees. …
Temporal Transfix Pt. 2
The second piece of a ten-part work.
It’s Enough
It’s enough to want enough to want, enough to want Enough to watch the stars stickered to the dark walls of the sky and wonder if they rise and fall to bring life to another blue marble, enough to watch our own star rise and think that on her lonely days she sings to her …
Zeitgeist
Adam lies dead And Eve retreats to the garden Where the bunker waits. The world spills over Not for explosion of a star Or for implosion of a core But for clumsy evil born From her depths. Cast iron thistles circle Free lands and prick ruined hands Covered in muck, blood, grime, And ownership lakes …
The Inevitable
My grandfather’s heart turned on him Saturday. After the hour drive, the long wait in lobby, The even longer string of waiting in the hospital As the man in the white coat prescribes“more rest,” “more water,” and “no leaving today,” I exercise my will, take off and go home. Later walks in on me slumped …
Red Shoes (Pt. 1)
Red Shoes (Pt. 1) The shoes are red, A deep, dark maroon red, With a white stripe along the side Like surrender flag relief Against lustful blood of war. I like your shoes, I say to my man My eyes on his lustful red shoes As we sit on opposite sides of the …
White Pearls
I think about the women before me Who have been lost to memory, Pieces of story rubbed and pressed Like shimmering pearls strung together along the family string. I think about them often. I think about how what’s left Of the women is hidden in the webbing Of my fingers, the rounded cracks Of my …
Things Unsaid
-first published on The Voices Project You know I wouldn’t hurt you. That’s what I want to say In the darkness of the bedroom, In the space between the two Beds that feels like an ocean We have a choice to voyage Alone. I want to ask her, “Do you know (acknowledge, Understand) that I …
The Written State 