Laura, I realise Love is no libation It involves us in sadness and loss, Informs the child of its broken heart Where the whims of fancy perish On the harsh rocks of reality. She formed words from others I wrote poetry to please the masses Useless words for useless...
I don’t want him home He’s a fucking liability. She never said those words The scriptures won’t allow it With their plainsong lack Of imagination, but that’s what she was screaming. Seventy-four Never setting foot Outside the door While he...
I felt love, and it was a soulless, moving empathy, unbounded by selfish commitments. Not held by language or limited by occasion. It flowed through friends, toward me, and I was caught in its abundance Drifting light in myriad shades of marvel and amusement. But...
Birds fall off branches, dead to the cold, all over the known world. That part of me that exists between the eyes, looks out through its coated lens: what offers itself back is winter; the fiery cold and the blanket-white. Snow has fallen overnight, wonder on the...
The round face of the sun greeted me this morning as I waited in the garden for the dog to pee.I thought, why me?Why this loose collection of skin and boneknotted not very well intoan evolutionary framework?Why five fingers, toes, a mouthtwo eyes (for binocular...
