Wednesday, August 23, 2017

How This All Happens

Right in the middle they say to each other to nobody while climbing up and over mountains wrinking hours into a smooth day by folding itself into itself

Monday, August 21, 2017

What I Know And Don't Know

What the eclipse requires of me: that I stay on track. While. The plane. Emily Dickinson and her house. Past. Passing through. I like the idea standing under a tree and seeing so many. How else could I know its strange glow in the middle of the day dimming on schedule and then not. Everything strange and exciting. My life. The old fence. The bog. The marsh.

Saturday, August 19, 2017

The Cream And The Tartar

Yes, that archaic manifesto so what if there are so many other spices I won't ignore them quite but of course I know what's best for the mix

Friday, August 18, 2017

No Dream But

Waiting for the sky to darken for the sun to be absent like how time is in poetry how it does and it doesn't matter anymore except for those few minutes turning into hours years days sucking up the numbers maybe even scolding the other thoughts away away from here

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

I Left My Heart In SFO

Cris cross humidity thrift store dress in lemon mauve and grey. My poetry addiction running wild. Magazine featuring Missoula and the M and Mt. Jumbo and the lake a scrap of which can be felt so near the Clark Fork.

The Blackberries

Her face in them. The blackberries by the tracks. Train moaning by. Roaring and clicking. Metal. We pick them every year only not here. See the places when we were little they were so big and now look the spaces have grown over by the pears.

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Spider Star

They walk around nothing happening peace is an action an escape to another floor where all life is living Here is my mind then what threat a problem we need to solve so don't bring the war back to the home turf for no other reason than more war from all the wars

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Life Seeming

Their lives and mine seeming so much more than what was at the table this and that and poems talking about what was left out and left away if that is even possible the best will be happening soon feeling inside the rest of time how many months now or will it be days this emptiness is the universe they say it in the books I whisper it inside his ear am I being heard at all

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Downfall

Was poetry involved now seen emerging from the rubble-- alcoves and carts flowers and their fruit. I wondered about the table lost under dust mangled discarded but then there are others life can be long too

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

This Is Just To

Say I ate the cookie you didn't miss a thing almost raw and not many raisins anyway it was so cubed it was so moist on the plate with Nordic designs

Monday, August 7, 2017

After All

After all is said and done there is more to be said but what? The life of prose says a lot a lot of the time into the void of poetry that main topic cruel sentences wings of air

A Life Of Prose

She wanted her life to be pure poetry but it was mostly prose mainly sentences and not the fragments she long ed f or the sun so roundish and the moon the same!? well how is it that one could blot out the other if only for a few moments! the nerve those orbiters and fixed objects (sure!) M most of all that space and what was she going to do now that the table from Syria doesn't seem to belong to her at all but must be given up to a twenty-smth. who is very sweet after all with a new house

Thursday, August 3, 2017

Where Is The Cool

Where is the shade where is the cat I gave him water just yesterday and it is dark inside it is so still even with the fan humming to the heat my life is mine so they say looking at the plants in the garden and the flowers

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

That Modern Lover

Songs from his jail his jail of love
about the sun and bonfires
light and darkness and together
plazas where there is lot of hanging
around these are not songs but matches
lighting up the stars ratcheting brilliance
until time is remembers for just what it is

another sort of daydream inside the shell
the curling and curving smoothness
and there you have it another angle