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.
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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”
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
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”
(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”
Belltown, Seventeen, Eight Months Pregnant
Open air of the nearby Puget Sound salty breeze brushes my face. I think Seattle is an Eden even here, at Belltown, outside the Salvation Army. We wait, in a slow anxious line. Down damp stairs Eden dissipates. The air stagnates, scents of too many men with nothing to their name. Walking into the roomContinue reading “Belltown, Seventeen, Eight Months Pregnant”
Mesa Sunrise
sarsaparilla paintings line the horizon heat waves emanate the eternal thirst for a brief blaze the most beautiful realities wash over with striking clarity, keep those in hand.
Evanescent
Reflection of descent upon the cracks of Seattle’s Third Street- filthy water blemishes the sun. Alone, the transients drown there in the remnants of yesterday’s rain.
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