|Posted on August 3, 2017 at 4:00 PM|
Could it be he is racked with feeling when
on his face there is no expression? She
utters logic in her dreams when it
pleases her and he
languishes in despair, never hearing it.
Every day he longs for gratitude
instead of "no." She longs for "yes."
New separation gives them breathing room but they miss
sighs for each other
intended for the purple night. Go ahead,
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|Posted on June 9, 2016 at 4:35 PM|
Listen while I work birch bark into bowls;
Listen to the corn soup boiling on the stove.
I live out of breath; hence no juice tonight;
Listening to others all day,
Their sound locks us in together, sand, snow.
Draw me out with long fingers.
Ask me what I think, ask me for a song.
If you listen, visit in October.
Draw me out with your uh-uhns and uh-ohs.Read Full Post »
|Posted on June 9, 2016 at 4:30 PM|
Transform it into the shape of a church with hands—
Give me a way to sweep big spaces of silence
Into my reply.
I found the bag of flower petals
Meant for the memorial—
I went in a different direction, and there they were.
Next time I meet with a couple,
I’ll sprinkle the lap of each with dried petals,
And we’ll breathe in time to their dry music.
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|Posted on March 31, 2016 at 4:55 PM|
Playful, tender, silly;
I didn’t think it would be fun but it was. I
Longed for San Francisco, New York,
Lots of movies, readings, a week of
Gluttony in each city,
While you wanted us to throw pillows back and
In sleepy voices,
Going into reverie,
Touching or not . . .
|Posted on November 25, 2015 at 4:35 PM|
How we learned to tell the truth
Alive but not bristling on tongues; made
Requests without needles in them,
Made bandages for
Our oldest wounds, and sprinkled them with
Night music borrowed from forgotten dreams,
Yelled, made up, ran through dry leaves.
|Posted on September 2, 2015 at 5:50 PM|
Learning To Talk To Each Other
We set the alarm for six a.m.
sitting up in bed to practice while it’s still dark;
we keep our voices low,
our words halting at first:
“I notice,” “I assume this means,”
“I hurt,” “I regret,” “I hope,”
“I real...Read Full Post »