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Monday, July 23, 2007

Like 'em or lump 'em

For some reason, my haiku blog gets read less than my other stuff so...for one wild night, I'm gonna cheat and copy some of my recent haiku(s?) below. Five syllables, then seven, then five. Do you haiku? dream suite lion of my dreams guard against dark thoughts and deeds shine like a lantern a whale... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Break

My God, I'm a mother and I don't want to be. Who filled my arms with this atrocious doll—warm and panting, smelling of peanut butter and pablum? I thought I had put the long, dark hitchkiker's ride (the kind where your life hangs on a trucker's lonely knifeblade) behind me. Thought I had burnt every... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

That damn moon

The night is hung thick with mosquitoes The blood they draw is like strawberry juice I’m slapping my arms, more to keep from reaching out to you than anything, and scratching at my legs to keep my feet from tapping to your sweet, thoughtless tune Because, like always, you’ve shown up to my... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Saltwater minuet

I was at the beach, doing lines of sand. You were in the water, evolving to the land. You plucked a starfish off a rock and placed it in my hand. You said, "This has a meaning which I think you'll understand." Its soft grip was the sweetest gift that I've received in years. I used its little purple... Sign in to see full entry.

Amen, Ramen, Amen-Ra

Your bones are flutes, my friend. We're not so different from the hollow fossils that rustle beneath our footsteps. And your skin, so soft, so warm, is waiting to dissolve into motes— to be blown like a dandelion into the frailest of spice trade winds. It is good, this admission of our temporary... Sign in to see full entry.

Vision

I wear a lace veil, and gladiolas on my toes I skip on water—like rain or a stone I am doing my math homework in an alcove, winking on and off like a vision in a grotto I brush my fingers on rock and my favorite videos appear like apparitions: "Holy, Holy, Holy," Adam Ant and MTV Madonna Ciccone,... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, May 21, 2007

Incomplete (a song)

Verse: In-com-plete I never knew your piano was missing all the black keys Shame on me I looked away— just kept on playing my stupid melody Chorus: You’ve got an empty space above the waist where your heart’s supposed to be You’re just marking time below your mind you’ll never find a place for me... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, May 6, 2007

Lie/Lay (a villanelle)

We find our glowing inner truths in bed And darker fare—engage in shadow play Lovers share a body (and a head) Our lips stop quoting all the things we've read Our public should-haves slowly melt away We find our glowing inner truths in bed Skin becomes a map that can be read Biographies are... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 1, 2007

Because (a repost from a year ago)

Because I don't live in rhythm with the seasons and make the chime of the Intel processor my cock's crow and the nervous pull of must-be-done my sunrise and the tributaries of the Los Angeles freeway system my river I hate the birds Their song is shrill, inexorable a tremulous drip seeping from a... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 30, 2007

Glimpse

She was the kind of girl who crossed her legs a lot, not out of modesty but because she knew it called attention to her calves, and to the whisper of skin that showed above her knees. She didn’t regret the jagged line of scar tissue bifurcating one of her knees—an artifact of a childhood bicycle... Sign in to see full entry.

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