not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

being passenger

what it is to put the forehead to the window
and let the world pass by

what it is to be a passenger in this life

and aren't we always passengers?

Monday, November 28, 2011

i never never

there are a great many things i never do

i never walk downstairs barefoot on the cold floor
i never go without a bra
i never linger in the bathtub with no purpose

there is a much longer list of i nevers that intimately defines me

but what walls do we create upon ourselves inside of our i nevers?

what keen living lives just a shadow beyond those walls?

(the view from my bathtub)

now i have walked barefoot on cold floors
now i have gone without a bra
now i have lingered in a bathtub with no purpose

by deconstructing
i shall climb beyond my walls
and crawl through the shadows
to know myself

Thursday, November 24, 2011

any room

we can go into any room,
every room,
and what does it matter
unless we stay long enough
to touch a wall,
to be touched by a wall,
to notice
the faint glow of yellow? 

long enough
is never measured by time.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

but for this madness

but for this madness

i do not understand

and so i drive my body to obelisk, a sacrifice in being, a whore, a knife

i walk silver strident

   something in the rock shines like ice when the sun rises

a crucible

and all about the sky a silver belt

and i count my loves like 

   something in the sky around the stars that shine is vague like rock

and i remain so alone

and i do not understand

blessings all around

with tomorrow coming fast

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

these bodies

these bodies are our doorways
i kiss these bodies

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Saturday, November 12, 2011


what do we hide (and from whom) and what do we choose to reveal
and just who do we think we're protecting?

Wednesday, November 9, 2011


Tuesday, November 8, 2011

where two seasons come together

no coming together is seamless

Monday, November 7, 2011


each and every room of ourselves
and of the world around us
even if empty
holds so damned much

just consider the walls, the floors, the ceiling

Saturday, November 5, 2011


always it shocks me

what the slightest shift in perspective might render

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

water cooler etiquette

how the happy poplar congregate

and over there
the solitary birch
and the pine with the itchy feet

Tuesday, November 1, 2011


only we can find it for ourselves