I’m so tired; All the wrongs, All the sorrows I can’t contain them, I can’t repair them. I’m just a flood And the me that was washed away is dead, Like a bird in the grass Silent After the flood I am so tired, My shoulders bleeding Something torn Out of me— My heart, I … Continue reading This Is a Poem I Want to Scream Out.
Apparently we fear the rain so much that we wear drab clothing, and paint our houses in variations on a neutral theme. The light outside is dim at noon, comes dribbling onto the windowsill and cannot make its way to the floor. Some say we are defiant, or at least that we ignore the rain … Continue reading The Rain in Seattle
An artist is free, To fall, and call it flight, To destroy, and call it creation. To be undone, and call it alive.
I can see the past more clearly now See how it’s fitted, or ought to have been. Classical piano, tears, rebellion; Schoolyard bullies, kisses, bravado. Now: this feeling in the pit of of my stomach At how untouchable it is… If I’m too careful, I see the jumping and frolicking falling away, My face hardening: … Continue reading The Life of Memories, and Memories of Life
Cruising online? You'll see a fireman saving a cat, but also murders most foul. The paradox of human nature. One is a blessed affirmation of humanity; The other is a chokehold on your heart. Straddling that divide is enough To give anyone a hernia. And yet: that is us. Because: Who sees genocide as an extension Of crossing the street … Continue reading Human nature deconstructed
The night sky was once naked every night, but now we must go to the secret parties, to see her in a little black dress.
I have sailed on many seas, had my boat lifted on words, endless waves of them, weaving and firming up beneath me. Early on the world was made of seas, a new one each day: the feel of dirt, the visions of a ballgame on the radio, storms of jelly beans and winds of candy … Continue reading I have sailed on many seas.