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A Hunger

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on August 10, 2013| 1 Comment »

There is a thistle patch
between me
and the raw place in you
I would like to kiss.
I can see from here how wounded
it is, and how much good
just one little kiss
would do if only
you would let me
so tenderly kiss you.
Instead you throw
more thistle seeds
into the patch.
Oh darling, I get it.
I have pockets of thistle seeds, too.
Why is it so hard to love?
And so I put on the battle gear
to make it through the spines.
But I can see in your eyes
how scary that must look,
me in all that armor, thick gloves,
long shears.
I don’t have any answers.
I despise these gloves.
But here come the finches,
the juncos, pine siskins.
Look, lover,
here come the mourning doves.

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Gretel Talks to the Birds

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on June 6, 2013| 3 Comments »

Of course you thought
we were feeding you.
What else would we be doing
with that old, hard bread.
You were, just as we were,
only thinking of survival.
We were all so hungry then.
There’s a woman here
in Happily Ever After who
feeds poison to the birds.
She says the birds peck
at her red ripe cherries,
and where is the happily
in that? So she hides
the poison in Wonder bread
and then spreads it on the ground.
I’m telling you
this as your friend. Stay in
the woods. Happiness is not
all as it looks.

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Finn Learns Cursive

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , on February 21, 2013| 2 Comments »

It begins as a dark wing arcing up,
then cart wheeling high, swooping
down, then back up to a point before
diving as falcons do toward the earth
with great straightness, curving up
at the very last moment, in this case
before meeting the blue solid line, climbing
to intersect the first long arc,
then doubling back on its path.

The pencil wheels across the blank
page, it flies into another loop,
and another, pushes into a bow
and then bends, sweeps and circles again,
and the boy moves his hand, entranced
by the leaden record of its dance
as his thoughts appear on uneven horizons
until the whole page
is a flock of slender black wings
all of them rising at once,
that beating, that beating, his heart.

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Three Birds and a Woman: Six Haiku

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , on May 6, 2012| 2 Comments »

alongside the cliff
keeping pace with my car
the blue heron

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flying blackbird
dead mouse in its beak
this too is peace

*

more wind
than woman
this flesh

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midnight
even the whitest lilies
are blue

*

sharing breath
with the crow
the whole world is crow

*

in the nest,
two blue eggs
two wide brown eyes

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Taking Note: haiku

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on February 22, 2012| 3 Comments »

though it is gray
the birds have not run out
of reasons to sing

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