poetry – NorthSouth Press

Adaptation

When you’re a boy, the new boy new boy and probably because your clothes are from Shopko, not JCPenney’s and your dad kills bugs for work and your mom’s got a funny southern accent, you will get teased, you will get hazed, and you will have to punch that popular kid in the jaw. Hard.Continue reading “Adaptation”

Sorrow Soars

Sorrow has always flown. Deep into the places inside us. Where breath halts, where the brain clenches, the gut hollows into a dry riverbed. Sorrow breaks through there beating its immense wings against the resistance of our bodies. Because sorrow needs to land in our soul.

Has been

Accept your nemesis, you say.there is bad within the goodin our world,you say sagely. Do you recognize your intellectualism as transfigured bullshit?Do you feel yourself falling?into your messed up “reality.” I do. My feet on the ground of this beautiful life. You wax on, evangelizing the meaninglessness of existence, trying to bring me with you.Continue reading “Has been”

The Armaments of Passion

The lover will say it is you you have done this before tearing apart stonewalling tears like acid and the tantruming heart It is not. It is not you any more than it is them Jealousy, wantoness- the armaments of passion The stranger tools of love, like peacetime armies We had failed before, and hereContinue reading “The Armaments of Passion”

cultivation

Let’s turn over our traumas like rocks carry them to the garden thoughtfully find a place to put them to rest amongst the vines of our expanding consciousness and the flowers of our blooming hearts and create the beauty we deserve.

The Turning

It is your childhood that I hold gently now and you are what comes next not the frustrations of the past broken things and dreams washed asunder but you, your form, the energy you create… the life that lives always forward

Because I forgot how to Love

the crackle, noise, discomfort– disembody fingers from the heart that sing I love and each bursting syllable procreates with the world of souls, swimming in my eyes wishing to touch the tenderness, to heal indiscriminate. Human Soul… human soul evermore love

Cat’s Eye Nebula

Walking all night is a meditation. Form, movement, mind under the constellations. July sky— Corona Borealis, Scorpious & Draco from which the Cat’s Eye Nebula halo blooms like a sunflower on the prairie And your eyes, night-sunflowers of stardust. Searching for a light to stretch towards reaching over the light years. Some gravitational force, maybeContinue reading “Cat’s Eye Nebula”

Lovestream Prelude

Dal segno upon my lips I am breathing what you bare this psalmody of touch. There is felicity to a love act, the fleeting brush of passion, the afterglow a rich rare peace. The word tender upon my lips I kiss you, Love.

(habit)at

Over the phone my mother proudly tells me she has cleared the boxes from the garage, everything is out of the way. When I visit piles of boxes greet me in her living room. A table and chairs from my brothers moving sale are in the kitchen- and her table and chairs now live inContinue reading “(habit)at”