Monthly Archives: September 2012

Well you know, it`s been a long winter Hearts & minds all covered in snow Some got hot, but some turned colder Some stayed home, while others turned foes Some got young as some got older Some went up while … Continue reading →

There were no more maps just bite-marks and dry lips that bled on their own. Hair that stuck to skin and smells that lingered on like good music. There were no more frontiers, the proper guides left far behind. Previous … Continue reading →

  Slow teasing measures there is time teasing measures why despair when there is time teasing measures? Then run dancing joy come with me formal balance up & down see the range counterpoint & then stop And drops of rain … Continue reading →

“Cursed be the social lies that warp us from living truth!’–Tennyson, “Locksley Hall” The sleepers lie so deep, their gardens go unplanted. Their summer song unsung forever, the spring-words half-remembered. The rose and the smell of running water here. And … Continue reading →

“Stars go out when actors die.” More Henry than we ever knew, your haunted blue eyes looking skyward from a father’s coalpit, calling for forgiveness or fame with an omnipotent voice. Smile curled on cynic’s lips: the failed cherubim. Ever-hungry … Continue reading →

He quit the happy hour gang checked his balance and bought a house to fix. At first he started slowly and dozed the yard to mud, left it fallow three years. Then he built a taller fence 2 by 8 … Continue reading →

You throw down the pieces of puzzle without thinking & they all fall a certain way: hands, attitudes, eyes, dreams. Moira–it is useless to explain such configuration where no instructions are ever given. The way these two lovers fit defies … Continue reading →

The grumpy queue shortened. ‘No fat,’ decreed the matron in front of me. ‘No whip,’ cried her friend. ‘Next,’ and a barrista`s what`s-your-pleasure look. ‘Latte,’ I asked and settled for a tall. (Oh the way she pulled the nozzle down and … Continue reading →

Outside, the office exiles like restless puffins kick at the butt-strewn ground anxious for that precious first (in)hale, sacred blue (ex)hale of warm smoke. Human chimneys of white fashion a camaraderie built of matchsticks & lighter fluid comparing notes on … Continue reading →

Nineteenth-century figures walk beside a river basin. Some carry umbrellas and discuss the French weather. Three or four strollers sit down on the bankside watching sailboats: parasol ladies onshore. What could they know of world war, AIDS, or acid rain … Continue reading →