night flowers suckle
the milk moon’s reflected light
we are the other
(May 21, 2016)
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one motion
by
a door is a voidan open spacea defined spacestep out of the roomstep into the halla single stepeverywherenothing’s thereother than hereI am a dooran openinga voida step outa step in(May 21, 2016) -
Presence
“Each time you happen to me all over again.”–Edith Whartonhere alwaystime and placeunchangingalways herethe settingholds us stillalways nearskin to skinwe each speaksuch voicesalways distantI cannot hearhere near distantalways this instant(May 20, 2016) -
before
not the glassshattered on the floornot the silence after the shotsnot the incongruity of bloodexpanding around youlike red scarves unravelingin a soft windnone of the phone callsnone of the tearsnone of our friendswith their warm hugsarriving through the nightnone of the moments aftermatter before(May 18, 2016) -
a tuesday night
by
and I’m drunkat least for a bitbefore sleep andthe two bourbonslead me to bed earlyexhausted from workfrom twenty-seven yearsof slicing off bits of fleshclose to my heartto keep myself fedand hobbledso as not to wandertoo far astrayfrom it all(May 18, 2016) -
three haiku: port aransas, wetland education center
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morning’s pond ripplesas gulls squabble like childrentime does not exist*pockets of natureto store bits of this lifeaway before death*safe along a pathnature’s just an exhibit – –look! we’ve saved the world!(May 14, 2016) -
reconciliations
by
broken-toothed clocks’sprockets grind andstutter through their hoursas you draw nearmispronunciationsbecome bordersabstract and armedwith misunderstanding’sbitter truculencewith thick black swathsyour understanding’s clichésinscribe these tropesbetween our vague edgesI ask forgivenessfor sinsnot quite committedfor possibilitiesnot enactedas doubt’s consequenceand oblivious indecisionbloomed virtue’s flowerthrough omissionhere is my undoingthere my failurethis trust in what I sayas replicable in youas a rose to a rosewithin the same bushechoes one to the otheras if time is enough to growfrom these broken thornsscattered across the grounda reconciliation which is whole(May 15, 2016) -
here not there
hope like desire destroys usstretches our attention awayfrom what’s left of the daythe way smoke is pulledfrom a fire through the flueto dissipate into the nightthis moment’s ash cascadesas we begin to grasphow rarely we are herewith each slow breatha thread of air uncoilsinto our smallest cellsas now and again we arewithout hope without desire(May 9, 2016) -
Speaking to You Still
A narcissistic creature,I have only my voice;yet, think this is enoughto pronounce some other.Language is not god,anymore than god.I can no longer conjure youfrom conversation’s scraps:I speak your name againwithout an echo for reply,only my muddled reflectionin which to quietly drown.Close by this silent pond,such flowers bloom now.(May 7, 2016) -
always a door
the rhythmic throb ripplesyou along the passagetight flesh on fleshuntil you presentto drown gasping airinto a different worlda moment as metaphorpulls you to the nextalways a wall alwaysa hall always a door(May 3, 2016) -
love, you
by
there is no againto implyan abatementlove to be loveis without timeno before or afteror even a nowit simply isovertimewithout measurewithin mewithin youlove breatheslike the universe(May 2, 2016) -
Love’s End
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he was a rabbitready to runcaught still in the grasshe was trappedtrapped in his knowingtrapped in his not knowinghe wanted something otherthan a future regretsomething other than thismemory’s remnantspossibility’s bloody scrapsunfit even for motley(May 1, 2016) -
flow
“..the true name of eternity is Today.”–Philothrough yet another doorinto yet another fieldflowers flow around youlike a stream around a rockyet it is you that movesthrough yet another doorinto yet another fieldeach moment each stepbrings you yet againto yet another door to opento let time flow throughcarrying you along like a beedancing from flower to flowerfrom field to field until allthat you ever were has vanishedand all the doors snap shutwithout so much as a sighto mark your passage thereyou fool yourself to thinkas do we all each daythat you are rock not waterthat you have time to changethat you have time as if timecan be held close can besaved for yet another timecan be more than the sliverbetween the then and when oreven can be at all no morethan yet another stepinto yet another streamthrough yet another doorinto yet another fieldfull of flowers blooming again(May 1, 2016) -
cloud formations
angels walk masked and hoodedthrough the city streets searchingfor a place where they can breathelike clouds love’s sadness movesand shifts shapes across a silent skyuntil lost in our thoughts and desirewe’re trapped within self-mockerywhat we think we do grows vaguewithin an undeserved righteousnessso we build a prison from our heartsstripping sinews for chains which pulsea form of love loose fitting yet safeas if time and frightened patiencewere enough to redeem the day(April 29, 2016) -
eros as constant
always a longingit seems waitsto project uponthe other withouthope to believeit will unfoldlike rose petalsalong this paththe object of desirenever existsas fulfillmentbut the momentbefore a budopens into a rose(April 27, 2016)
