You are here today Again now upon my lap my hands in you when you passed into a tomorrow today yesterday is Again born into a day birthday candles extinguished with a spark a bark peals back the dark your face printed on your name you awake the silence with a look a belly rub…
Sex upon a Vine
Seed of my hands Red fruit of my toil A child of my lands Umami bred of soil A poison apple forbidden flesh a stained chapel in wedding dress Woven heirloom culinary ring born of June bloom my pasta’s king You’re sugar and sweet gob smacked bitter acid in mince meat sour before the heat…
M ~
Marble open mouth Parabolic infinity Entry me invites. ∞ Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo). Today’s prompt: Day Twenty-Three: write a poem about a particular letter of the alphabet, or perhaps, the letters that form a short word. Doesn’t “S” look sneaky and snakelike? And “W” clearly doesn’t know where it’s going! Think…
Shoot the Birds
For my father, always as a child, the morning hour had gold in its mouth — and so roused of my bed, hot coffee in his thermos and hot chocolate in mine, he’d drive me up Black Mountain, tell me as we flew the nest, “Keep your eagle eyes peeled for the grouse” speckled in…
In the Hemi-Light
Dette landskab ligner en hemmelighed That landscape lingers in hemi-light fordi floden ikke ses Feathered blood inks the skies fra det sted, hvor jeg befinder mig. frosted showers just behind me Og derfor er det også Embossed air that scars det landskab, hvor jeg lettest The landscape — hovers weightless ville kunne undvære mig selv….
My Gift to You …
My childhood’s eyes a world swallowed in a mint multiplication of every deed suddenly I can master anything just like my superhero Pop I’m a star, I’m hero, I’m singer every hum a single that brings tingles a sunset arranged upon my plate a half-eaten grilled cheese a fish-tail if you please a skyscraper of…
Gone
Gone is winter’s blanket now weathered salt dried perspiration has left its marks broken a step’s front tooth a remnant of hardness kicked down an empty street footballed by father and son between a scratched passing lane split shucked maple wheels flank the wheaten verges of lawns littered with yesterday cellophane wrappers butt hidden habits…
Saturday Morning
We wake to a photon of early light pushing its nose through the curtains upon a crusted eye, upon a dusted dream spooned into the smallness of each other our bigness binds, blooms in nuzzled sniff until our bodies awake us to directions divided, we prepare our church for ritual, emptying the nocturnal holding tanks,…
Salt Pans
Today I taste a word crafted by an ancient man sprung from a fissure that divides our time the sulfured waters split our worldly body life rises with the gravity penetrates the fresh pine carrying white blood water caked along wooden veins dripping, heavy into clay cisterns of wisdom along a floating system a sluice…
Captured on the Grass
Captured by the blue grass on the lawn we lay in the sunshine of banjo rhythms harmonica and Kentucky pain and pleasure gathers our world in the shambles of a grind guttural delivered from a foot stomping stage you can’t bury us in the memory of winter spent it is a sweet Indian summer, sticky…
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