Of the four great elements, water, fire and wind are perennial sources of affliction, but the earth does not ordinarily trouble us. He lies in wait all your lifeUnder your feet, a firm foundation.When you fall to your knees,in prayer or griefHe holds you up, salvation.You build a house, you find a wifeChildren run on…
The clearing of a throat to say nothing at all The flipping of a paper Written unread Words unheard Thoughts unsaid
It is winter now. You can tell because the chimneys proclaim that a new season has begun.The scent of burning pinion rests in the air, even though snow hasn't fallen.The chill in the mornings bites uncovered ears and blushes my cheeks as I collect the firewood. It is winter now. You can tell because the…
With the parents he had, What kind of father would he be? Beget-me-not and prove you love me And you love yourself too.
You are the last cigarette I’ll smoke Before I quit tomorrow Like I’ve had So many times before. You’re the half cup of coffee Left in the carafe Because I don’t need To make another pot. You’re one more episode Or chapter of the book Before I close my eyes And curl up to dream.…
With seeds thrown all around on fallow groundMy tears water The poison of the ground doesn’t germinate love
I had never met a single one But I knew all of those little girls. They were my little sisters with five braids in their hair They wrote letters home Sharing beauty rare. They asked for candy From counselors Who knew better Than to share The sugary sweet goodness During rest hour. And they cried…
Does it matter you hold a cello?The New York Times omits a word. Does it matter you use grammar?Understood is understood. Does it matter you drop a bomb?The rally cry of hate is heard. Does it matter I read the news?My ultimate end is quite assured.
He composed the piece for violabecauselike every composerwho ever composed a piece for viola,he was in love with a violist. I wonder if she knowswhat she createdas his muse. If she celebrates,Or sinks inside herself,when she hears the low C sing. The unmoved moverwith cause of attractionextracting beautyfrom the mind of the manwho remembers her…
A friend of virtuedoesn’t wear the same size shoeOr sit in the cubicle next to you.She didn’t appear because you happened to be alphabetically compatible and sitting in a row. At least that’s not why she was chosen more than other people who wear size 9, or prairie dog in that long-forgotten secretarial pool, or…
