Sprung from primordial tears walk hairless nudes single animals, loneliness is pregnant with desire in a garden verdant with uneaten promise before our helpless humanity erupts where revelers cavort flesh upon flesh animal lust sins envy a dream of broken song lost in a paradise sticky with fruit of the loin bursting with fowl fertilizing…
Descent
Emptiness is a staircase a shell enters the snail slowly we descend our soles slippery retracing steel treads listening to the darkness cold upon our eyes a moment in Girona a photograph remembers our ascent along Roman walls I still close my eyes and taste the metallic clang of Sant Doménec’s bells — it’s noon,…
Light in Dark
“Let me go!” and I run into the shadow my feet licked by the darkness of the entrance I run from fear a present that tears at my covers pries the dusk from my eyelids it breathes upon my lobe whispers into my night “Fear not” and my pulse is buried in pillow I claw…
Twisted Sky
White wide weight on height Wire my camera does wear Twisted, tested, trusted outwitted Statue stitched, stacked upon a stack, my stance beneath Blue, my eyes bloom, boredom, blah, I blew it Sky paints my psyche, a sockeye spawns Light — bright loot lites truth from lies Barbed war wound, St Peter’s gate is barred…
Outdoors
I’m carried — we’re carried, nine of us, one by one — in a nurturing arm 13 and half paces from front door to a wrap-around porch from four weeks, three days and a piece of remnant carpet and the 2×6 walls of fir the box of our birth to a confined space of black…
Whence
I am love hard toiled and sown tender and fresh I’m cultivated made of spring made for harvest dirty and raw I’m a mystery simply made spicy hot a culinary adventure I’m of this earth nourished by attention craving isolation I’m a moment a hope I’m a seedling a promise I’m garden a possibility in…
Minimally
Nature leaves fingerprints ∞ Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo). Today’s prompt: try your hand at a minimalist poem. What’s that? Well, a poem that is quite short, and that doesn’t really try to tell a story, but to quickly and simply capture an image or emotion…. 30 Poems in 30…
Poets
I am purple — royal — wrapped a monarch with a sceptre — scented gold be the purpose — powdered ink that divines — my kingdom I am a ray of white — sunlight blinded — impenetrable — bright a dissected rainbow — in my sight reflected on the unscribed — wax I am an…
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Does it make sense — really? — to compare any day? Cause — really! — what’s a normal day in May Doesn’t really matter this Canadian spring we get We all know it’s short — and snow in April is wet — But then we get this smokin hot day out of nowhere And I…
Water Returned
A snowflake is an iceberg fallen into a warming sea an iceberg is an ocean wave melted on the plastic shore an ocean wave is a hazy sky pressing the humidex high a hazy sky is a raindrop running on smokey cars a raindrop is a river rough washing an empty salmon bed a river…
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