February 2012
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January 2011
The memory, floating above us in the atmosphere, thickens with the evaporation of the groundswell we made.
Darker and darker and darker it grows, until it grows so wretchedly, wondrously beautiful that the sound reaches us from another dimension.
We awaken and climb out of bed, climb out of the hole we have dug for ourselves in the hollow, climb out of our skin and out of the trees that bind us....
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For Mine
I sometimes wonder
if you do not truly grasp
the sincerity of my love.
You broken, wondrous thing,
how can I make you understand?
When you and I met,
when you befriended me
and deciphered the map
written on my heart
that I’d lost the key to,
All the black and white
that barred my freedom
faded into gray;
And when you kissed me,
I fell away from the place
where I’d been...
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Night
I lie awake in my cold bed and feel you all fly away from me,
to thought-worlds and color-places that exist in the mist of dreamers’ minds.
Even the sky leaves me here, and falls away to black expanse.
(I wonder, as I shiver with the thought, if it scares anyone else
to realize that daylight is the shroud and darkness the reveal?)
I wish I could follow you all, down to your misty,...
January 2012
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Scars
Please wish away your scars no more.
They’re the timeline of your life;
They’re the bumps in the road
that brought you into my arms.
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Homesick
Some nights I’ll fall out of the air, Returned to Earth after my trips Out on the high seas of a dream. The lighted candle isn’t there, This place’s name’s not on my lips I can’t recall or name a thing. * My home, my home, please stay with me.
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Corporeality
I climbed in bed next to my sleeping love. His arms and hands reached out from the mist of his dreams, found and pulled me close, and he kissed my forehead. Like always. I trust in this unconscious action, in the feeling of his sleeping hands knowledgeably traveling the curves of my body. I trust in this simple thing like I trust in the sureness of a breaking of a wave on some distant ocean shore.
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Necrophobia
The unavoidable fact that you will one day leave this world
steals you from me even now, even as you hold me.
By the time you breathe your last, I’ll have lost you
a thousand times.
How do I stop this death ritual? My morbid tenuousness
is shriveling the blossoms you managed to grow.
Please tell me how to appreciate this life of mine
before it is gone.
May 2011
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The Intangibility of Plans
“Take care not to let your hearts be troubled.”
Perhaps the author should have spent some spent time in Tibet, with the Buddhist sages. Perhaps he may have found another way to put things: “Take care to not let your hearts be troubled, or entangled, or attached. Also, perhaps you ought to take care not to take care at all. Perhaps you ought to prohibit your emotions and let nothing put you on...
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A Lesson on Humility by Dr. Cosmos
I upon the rooftop, was gazing at the sky
While every star above, stared down from upon high.
It felt as if I’d slipped, into eternity
For mighty Earth stood still, as heaven turned ‘round me
It wasn’t grandiose, but rather quite discreet,
The way my human pride, clashed with a voice so sweet
Like reminiscence weaved, into a tapestry,
So do the Voice’s words, run through my memory:
“The heavens...
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One More Reason Why I am not a Philosopher
Awakened by incessant chirping I,
Still sleeping, wandered toward the kitchen sink
And started brewing coffee with a sigh,
Then flipped the world news on to help me think.
*
The woman told me hateful acts had taught
Our sociologists a thing or two
About the way that wars are always fought,
And with this knowledge we could find the Truth.
*
“The Truth to what?” cried I, indignantly
“Can peace be...
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The Young Poet
The lazy trees’ songs
Reach me across the meadow,
And I sigh with them,
Letting out the air in me
Like a deflating mattress.
*
“No, that isn’t right
That isn’t quite flattering”
He tries it again—
Letting out the air in me,
In a soft and drawn-out sigh.
*
He ponders the world
As the clouds above stroll by.
If more time were spent this way,
The world might be enlightened
*
He dares not...
April 2011
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The Old Man and the Vial
I must tell myself, over and over again, that all things must come to an end. Even the bad things.
And, though I don’t believe it with my mind, I believe in my fickle, breaking heart that my unformed tears, which are still floating around in the dark spaces of my water-logged soul, are being marked even now by someone who knows the number of the hairs on my drooping head. I imagine that...
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Death, and Life Afterward
Eyes look up from their frail perch among piles of old books and crumpled trash, belonging to an old creature that has lost its way in the circle of things, lost its way in these books and trashes that mean nothing. The figure stirs from the wreckage of intellectual neglect and stands in the moonlight streaming in through the window.
“What a feeling.” The eyes haughtily, stupidly,...
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My Huckleberry Friend
The day is highlighted there
in the calendar
Marked with my favorite color.
Your name, written anywhere,
deserves nothing less
and everything more than this.
I watch the days pass me by
as I float downstream,
the sun turning my skin brown.
Sometimes the river-wise birds
Let me paint their wings
The color I gave your name.
In the Cards
You read my true emotions like the seer did
on that muggy metaphysical Tuesday morning:
Disturbingly, perturbingly, absolutely wrong
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Meeting Hazel
I was reminded of us as I sat there on the porch swing,
My eyes following the little stray kitten with lime eyes
as it in turn followed you, lost at work in your garden.
Its body was a cliched story of neglect; its voice rang
high and clear for attention, affection; anything but ‘shun’
My eyes observed yours eyes, observing those lime orbs
As they in turn watched you, flashing...
March 2011
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Sentience and Sentimentality
The candle broke on the corner shelf and spilled hot wax all over the floor and my bare legs. I picked up the shards, heartbroken, the wax and ceramic stinging into my flesh but I didn’t care. It had been the gift you’d given me despite my refusal to speak to you—your act of twisted love reaching out toward the heart that would not take it.
Oh, but my heart did take it. I did...
And You Shall Love
“V’ahav’ta eit Adonai Elohekha b’khol l’vav’kha uv’khol naf’sh’kha uv’khol m’odekha.”
“…the V’ahavta, or in Classical Hebrew W’ahabh’ta meaning “And you shall love…”, contain the commands to love God (the Talmud emphasizes that you will, at some point, whether you choose to or...