The Calico purrs,
and rubs her head against me.
Where am I to go?
(October 16, 2019)
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inclement
by
My classroom is hot;
my students droop on their desks
like fruit left to rot.
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Within a Dream
The sound of my last dream
will be silence: the silence
of fog, the silence of fear.
My last dream will echo
the clack of high heels
on wet London streets.
My last dream will be warm
like your bare skin beneath
my hands late at night.
My last dream will linger
over the thousand, thousand
kisses: your lips soft,
warm, hungry for more.
My last dream will be free
of doubt, secure in coherence
with all the lines blurred.
My last dream will not wake
to return me to a place
it can never know.
My last dream will be
a harbor, a sanctuary,
a last whispered breeze.
(October 15, 2019)
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Afternoon Saloon
by
The bar exudes warmth.
The old bourbon is loquacious;
our talk’s tangental.
(October 13, 2019)
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Garden
by
All day my eyes ache
from reading student essays:
Flowers grow so slow.
(October 11, 2019)
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a fatigue of consciousness
by
to erase presence,
blend into dust
dancing in sunlight;
or, to be aware,
beware, constantly
of the eternal now
is not a choice
between happiness
and a lived life,
nor, life and death
for that matter,
but compromise:
to watch the sunrise,
to see the sunrise,
despite the sunrise.
(October 10, 2019)
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Awake
by
The rat hid in the space between the wooden beam and the roof tiles,Hiding of the mice The cat stalks the bed;
insomnia’s companion.
A mouse hides nearby
(October 10, 2019)
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Fall
by
Brown tinges on green
grass like light dancing on wind;
I’m no longer young.
(October 9, 2019)
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Up Before Dawn
by
The house’s silence
echoes the darkness outside.
A wind chime rings once.
(October 8, 2019)
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Pentecostal
A dove descended
to peck out my tongue;
I gargled the names of god,
and spit blood flecks,
like splatters of ink,
into my broken hands.
I read without words-
the nuance in gestures,
rippled patterns on a lake.
Oblivious to the obvious
writings on the wall, and
without hope of redemption,
I mouthed my prayers
to any statues I came near.
(October 7, 2019)
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Braille
by
I read without words
the nuance in a gesture;
her fingers touched mine.
(October 7, 2019)
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Oblations
I made her breakfast:
cheese, bread, and a sliced red pear–
what love can offer.
(October 6, 2019)
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