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One Doomed Conversation

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on January 12, 2016| 1 Comment »

midflight

the doves in my voice

become ravens

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Translation

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on December 18, 2015| 4 Comments »

 

 

 

What I meant to say:

You are my moon, my stars, my sunrise.

 

What I said:

Do you want pasta or rice?

 

What I meant to say:

Kiss me, kiss me, please, please.

 

What I said:

I’ll take out the trash.

 

What I meant to say:

I would swim icy rivers to be near you.

 

What I said:

I love you. Sweet dreams.

 

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New Day: Mother and Son

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on September 3, 2015| 1 Comment »

 

 

Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities crept in. Forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day: you shall begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.

—Ralph Waldo Emerson

Remember that old nonsense,

that crazy way we spoke to each other

when we were younger,

two or three hours ago? Oh, we were so

so foolish, so naïve, so September 3.

Already it is almost September 4,

and we wouldn’t dream now

of raising our voices and fighting

over whether or not there is time

to watch a movie before bed.

What got into us? No matter.

Just look at that serene moon,

doesn’t it just fill you with the sense

that tomorrow anything could happen.

Our spirits might just be so high

that you might say, Tonight, let’s go to bed early.

I might say, Let’s skip school and work today

and stay home and watch that movie.

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Done with Misty

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on July 28, 2014| 1 Comment »

This is the way
I want to sing,
the way rain does
as it pummels the house,
scouring the gutters—
no way to ignore it
as it batters the rooftop,
the windows, the porch.

I want to sing
that ferocious, that
untamable, true as rain
which touches everything, everything,
even reaches inside
with its deep gray scent,

O great tides of it
changing the landscape,
rearranging the hillsides,
finding the roots—
a song of change right now
and change sure to come.

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Why I Love Long, Long Hikes

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on July 3, 2014| 3 Comments »

Today you told me
about how if you watch
an evening primrose

for twenty minutes in the evening,
you can watch it go
from closed to open.

Too slow to notice
if you don’t take your eyes
off the flower, you said, but

fast enough to be remarkable.
We were walking up, up
above tree line, moving

our bodies through the stiffness
of morning into the day’s
warmth, and I noticed how

as the miles went on
the chattier you got,
too slow to notice from moment

to moment, but by the end
of the day, there was nothing
we couldn’t say.

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Imagine What Might Happen Then

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on June 17, 2014| 1 Comment »

Right Here Over the Rainbow

Almost every heart
we know
is wounded—

all the more reason
to learn the language the sun speaks
when it touches the meadow in spring,

and then speak
like that
to each other.

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What Comes Next

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on August 12, 2013| 1 Comment »

My ears are starving.
They want the dark bread
of your words. They want

the wine of your truest thoughts.
Instead I feed myself songs
of angels singing in languages

I do not understand.
But even I can hear
that the angels speak

devotion and longing
and praise and love. I am
famished for your voice,

and not just patter
about the weather. I want
to hear the voice inside your voice.

I want to hear all the news in your heart,
and all the fine print,
and all the inside jokes.

I know that some of your words
will be more like brine.
I know, and I do not know.

I say I want it and then
I am afraid when you come to me,
mouth open. It is easier,

perhaps to want, though
the angels are quiet now,
leaning in to better hear

what comes next.

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But There’s So Much Coming Across Haiku

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on March 31, 2012| 2 Comments »

Silence knows the only
words worth speaking—
keeps them to itself.

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Try Again Tomorrow? The New Battery Arrived via Fed Ex Tonight

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , on December 6, 2011| 1 Comment »

for Valerie, after reading her Facebook post of “your little voice” by e.e. cummings

dear girl
your voice
not at all little
but cumulonimbly blooming
out of silence
how crazy
I was
when all day
that flat impertinent
battery, no,
would not would not
transform air
into leaps
of conversing we;
it wouldcouldn’t
spring nor sprang
nor sprunk from its death
and I, petal eared,
my stirrups giddy-up-less,
awaited the rain
of your words
but I was left
un-
called
left un-
quenched
right
un-
merry
and altogether
too , too
un-

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