Archive for the ‘poetry’ Category
Friday, March 13th, 2009
i name you precarious as you use the entire country of panama to blindfold my eyes and trip my feet because you are all i see. arms holding arms and hands reaching out for hands, i'm not sure or aware or strong enough to really pretend to be
it's okay though ...
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Thursday, November 20th, 2008
i breathe in rhythmic heartbeats and red leaves and wine
and my ribs are bruised from caving in from sobs against your spine
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Wednesday, November 12th, 2008
it's 9pm
and i'm eating caramel again
my organs twisted up like
craning hurricane wind
i often wonder if all runners are alike
some piece of us arrives and ends up
at the same translation of pain as the others
and we are back at the intersection where
love is situational
and comfort is geographical, nothing seems chronological except
you ...
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Wednesday, October 8th, 2008
it's hard not to change. it's hard not to let this world change me. materialism is rampant, even as our world caves in.
i meditate on the good things in life. the smooth ebb and flow of gentle love as compared to argumentative wrestles of the heart.
most of the ...
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Friday, August 29th, 2008
it's quiet tonight and you
instruct me where i should place my head,
looking straight backward instead of
pressed against your cheek .
in the midst of our arena of love-making and hope
my gasoline-drenched legs rub against the gunpowder of her smoldering words
and one morning it was all burning,
bandits of courage, ...
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Monday, June 23rd, 2008
pull me down hard,
drown me in love.
just maybe, maybe, slow and steady crowns me queen, swing swing, and melt me like dreams, the way you move lately, i'm rising like wintry steam between the cracks of the concrete street, i'm making holes in the floor of my distrust, ...
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Thursday, May 8th, 2008
the first evening, i felt cold.
your movements lengthened across the floor
and i watched as the clutches of your occasional grin
swept girl after girl into your billowing sails
(more often, i'd imagine you were a pilot,
and that my left side was your wind)
sometimes my long waits were melancholy,
and ...
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Monday, April 28th, 2008
i.
your army-green jacket's sleeves sit awkwardly against the surface of my skin while
its collar peeks around my shivering shoulders
the leather couch smells like leftover fireplace ashes from winter while
the air smells like slow-coming (ambling) spring
after w(h)etting our cheekbones with curiosity, the colorado river sleeps beneath our feet.
rachmaninoff's weary ...
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