Sappho, Our Lady Of Longing

Love, that great deceiver that great door-slammer, that great window-opener that great-great-carpenter, that great-great-great-oarsman, honing rippling forearms and bulging pectorals, straining hard against the temptation of violence, rowing predator over water under sky. blue is the color of heartbreak, dead is the shade of life sprouting upwards out of shiny shed snakeskin, two round holesContinue reading “Sappho, Our Lady Of Longing”

Two Drowned Women Walk Into A Bar

one,still freshly dripping. salt cuts the lines under eyes/over glued lashes, now drooping, now laden with crystalline ending. “that sucked,” says the younger, “what an awful way to die.” “Could it be worse?” says the older while taking a seat at the bar. the tender wipes down his glasses, looks hard, indifferent — the womenContinue reading “Two Drowned Women Walk Into A Bar”

Spooky//”Cherub”

It’s Halloween. I’m feeling very spooky tonight—though less like the witch I’ve been alluding to in previous posts and more like a ghost. I’m a little worried I’m on the edge of another manic episode.  I’m determined not to require medicine. I know it can be done with the help of regular exercise and aContinue reading “Spooky//”Cherub””

Magnolia Breeze/New Guitar!!

Ok, so it’s time for another blog post.  I got a new guitar today. A used Gretch with flat-wound strings—she’s so easy to play, she just glides into whatever song I want her to be…it’s love… I can’t stop thinking about her. I want to touch her all the time, every day, from here onContinue reading “Magnolia Breeze/New Guitar!!”

“Le Prof”

mon coeur qui travaille, il n’y a pas de soulagement. j’apprends le langue de toi, tous les jours, fidèlement tu ne comprends pas le profondeur de mon amour ne me quitte pas, prend-toi mon coeur! je suis romantique, romantique c’est vrais j’ai seulement ces mots, du miel, et du lait j’attends la douceur d’un amoureuxContinue reading ““Le Prof””

Anxiety Mythos ≠ My Odyssey

It’s raining today.  I am stuffed to the brim with thoughts. There is no room inside me to receive anymore. I can only reflect, and push away. The ability to transform energy from dark to light seems unobtainable today. I don’t know why I am so deep inside myself, but I hope I can findContinue reading “Anxiety Mythos ≠ My Odyssey”

Ode to Shamhat

Debussy twinkles through my ear Preserved like champagne like the epic of birds courting each other like sunlight sifting through virga descending soft and true and timeless  upon whatever dares grow upon this shifting planet I haven’t read much poetry lately But have made efforts to listen to opera In my mind this is aContinue reading “Ode to Shamhat”

monument

a good poem is like a good lover both stop you in your tracks make you rethink the motions of your mouth and the habits in your head. a good lover is like a good poem both make you tremble-soft romancing nerve endings in sacred places leaving footprints like kisses on a mountain trail. toContinue reading “monument”