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Category Archives: Poetry
Blink, no, too slow by far, not F-16 fast, throttles full open and engines at full rip-roar blast, still not fast, not ultra-fast laser fast, moving an atom’s breadth, dancing in femtoseconds, weaving and cutting and welding and building, erecting great monuments on the surfaces of semiconductors, entire civilizations on the backs of things too small to be perceived. […]
Tiny bits and pieces of something removed, Artifacts that hint at a larger thing, a greater device, A clockwork the size of the sun, perhaps, Its warmth and fire generated by eternally grinding gears, Shooting plasma plumes each time a tooth catches, Darkening sunbathers a million million miles away, A cancer machine crouching between clouds […]
Open your eyes as wide as you can, Make your pupils islands in the middle of moon-white seas, And count the shades of blue you can discover in your periphery (Cerulean, turquoise, navy, aquamarine, etc.) — Be specific, be minute, be exact and precise, Tick them off on your fingers and toes and follicles, Rattle […]
December 23, 2007
10:23 am
Not particularly holiday-related, but I’d like to share a recent short piece nevertheless. Embers alight, tiny bulbs flickering on Smoke smoulders and crackling chars the scents and sounds of home Comfortably warm in blistering heat, cool and relaxed in licks of blue flame I stretch out and snuggle deeper beneath a quilt of ash My […]
February 12, 2007
1:21 am
Jefferson Reilly sits on the loading dock, currogated metal cold through his jeans, scribbling syllables across the back of a postcard in failing ink from his manager’s pen, struggling to capture just what it is hes sure he doesn’t mean. Jefferson Reilly lets out a long, low moan, buries his face in his hands, smudges […]
These things she said, then said again, this life he led, no matter when, the lives we lived those miles away, inside my head, where we could play, the dream she dreamed, each night that year, the coat he wore, that smelled like fear, the snow that fell, upon the ground, and fell some more, […]
These things she said, this life he led, the lives we lived inside my head, the dream she dreamed, the coat he wore, the snow that fell and fell some more, this all is that, all that is this, with nothing left but a mother’s kiss; this dream I dreamed, a dream before, nothing less, […]
Harry Van Der Weyden, Morning Labor on the Seine Metropolitan Museum of Art, NYC The great best lumbers on the river’s near bank while the spires emerge from the other side’s fog, the day is breaking as sure as the backs of the men assigned to these early chores – the barge must be shorn […]
I remove my hat, and then my head, detach my hands before my arms, release my legs from hips to knees, retire my ribs, unlock my heart, disassemble my loose constructions, sort the knuckles from the capillaries and place each piece carefully into boxes, nestling them down in nests of cotton, tucking them in as […]
Tell me, love, is this your soul that you leave so casually on the armoire, draped over the edge like a soiled skirt waiting so long for an impossible rinse? Is this your past crumpled on the floor, a hope and a promise balled-up stockings, best intentions kicked to the corner blike threadbare tattered overworn […]
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