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

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

to trace ice on glass (touching my husband's body)

to trace ice on glass

while outside the world shifts

i am neither brave nor depraved

i am the victim of this journey

joyfully   painfully   joyfully 

Saturday, January 25, 2014

scenes of grave consequence, v

in the dim daylight of the snow the world dissolved into whiteness, the electric poles, the trees, the farms, even the road before us and i knew this was honest, but at night outside the windows everything dissolved completely into darkness.  this new kind of dissolve moved from outside the windows into our very bodies, a kind of pixelating, so uncannily close to the self we could no longer see the self.  in this world we could no longer believe we knew who we were anymore.  and so as the car hummed, not along the edges of our bodies which we could no longer discern, but as it hummed instead through them, we recognized this most blessed state.  from this new vantage point, no longer limited, we might understand the anything never considered before.

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Sunday, January 12, 2014

drifting snow, saudade's susurration

yesterday's snow
perfectly windblown to the height of its arc
sundering field from road
                                     with voluptuous protrusion

as woman's thigh, warm and persuasive,  hangs to her personage
as vowel sculpts consonant and begs of sound meaning

                                     and tomorrow, rain.

Friday, January 10, 2014

the world fulfills itself

"Landscape's a lever of transcendence-

Who among us will step forward?"

(from Charles Wright's "Apologia Pro Vita Sua", Black Zodiac)