Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Silence

Unpacked suitcase at my feet in a hotel
room of my mind.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Bench

Ghost in white
next to me, in
black.

Monday, April 26, 2010

Air and rock.
I scatter. Penetrate.
Will you crush?
Don't tread on blooming
weeds.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Hello. Remember me?
We talked about the weather.
Please love me.

Decision

A one-euro coin in my coat pocket. I will spend it
on something lasting. Find a payphone. Dial number:
"I love you".

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Once upon a time, we lived in a sweet inconsequential world of
domesticity. We did every little daily thing together. We cooked
together; we ate dinners and cleaned dishes together; we slept
and woke up together; we hated the alarm clock at 7 am and the
pre-spring rain together. Inside our matchbox-size world we began
dying. Together.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Train

Fluorescent light: paper rabbit ear
brushed against my knee.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Rhyme

With white dust
on her pretty hair,
her arms and cheeks
and her black dress:
she flips moon
pancakes in the air.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Eyes

Almonds sitting in a pool of
milk.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Gremlin

Face screwed up like a petulant
raisin.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

I spread you over me like butter
over a crispy morning
hour.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Entrée to night: glossy icing on
evening trees.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Rain drums: lips
pressed to
your back.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Sarah

Green-eyed childwoman
swoops down with
love.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Clearing

We met at the edge of winter and spring on a silent white clearing. The whiteness was bright and it hurt my eyes. My mind was all shadows and black spongy clouds of weariness. You were a child hungry for attention so we played a game. A game of telling each other about our lives. I thought we were allowed to be light-hearted about it. I thought we were allowed to invent, which is not the same as to cheat. I was surprised to have won truth instead. Now when I look at you I am still bewildered that I'm not playing out game anymore when I say: love.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Snails by Evan Cary!

Oh what it entails
when snails
set sail?

Monday, August 24, 2009

Coat

A love like a winter coat. Wrapped
in it. Snug inside it.
Itchy.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Tongue Twister by Evan Cary

Two bread beasts breed abruptly aboard a boat !!!

Saturday, August 8, 2009

August

Missing you is like going on a long vacation to a whitewashed
town on the edge of a very blue sea and sneaking off to your
room in the big, bright house filled with friends to gaze at
the darkening sky alone.

About Me

Searching for my place in this world, I keep running from one falling star to another till I drop.

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