Showing posts with label Dreamery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dreamery. Show all posts

Friday, February 06, 2015

On the Night it Comes

You're calm, sleeping
with the lights on
between both parents

growing ghosts
deliciously
for the thrill of it

blankets in a clutch
with a firm hold
of yourself

in the old silence
in the odd silence
lips

are layered
with prayers
in the shadows

just beyond
the frame
of side vision

darkness strays.
It reads you
and then stays

bending
at the waist
from far away

and if it doesn't
come further,
or get too close

you could still love it

_


Thursday, February 05, 2015

Un-Prayer

these fingers twin
from shaping time
your hair sinuous
works its way alive

this gaze is like god's--
absolutely no concern
marking a jigsaw world
blowing a heady wind

the song rises
but the dance clings
fears and errors tell
warnings and knells

_

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Prophet

(For J.K.)

Morning light
your message asks
if I'm alright--when you
dreamt of me last night
it sounds like maybe
I was not alright

Morning breaks too,
birds are the traffic
wardens of our sky--
like them, I become
many many things.
All small magic--

Like a funnel it's still
and still the same thing
on the other side. One
must keep on, there's
little choice on a slide.
I just thank you, believing...

me as I argue what I didn't
know I knew. That's huge.
See: If I said now, even
innocuously, "raincoats on."
Someone (age 6) might scoff
"How would *you* know?"


_



Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Prayer in the Storm


Today is
an avalanche

The night is
upset desert

packed light
snack light

Bring
morning

Sing
morning

by light
or not night

_

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Lest I Forget

I don't speak to our dead everyday
even today, I'm just... just listening.
Listening for the way they whistle.

Mostly the dead never disappear
I can sweep up the dust and papers
and know they never appear either

Still the weight of their stare lingers
on my eyes, in smiles, the limit where
my breath slices my lungs like apples

And my freedom, this pulse I carry.
I close my eyes, every time the last
Holding in glances, instead of arms

_

Monday, July 08, 2013

Sunrise

The twentieth goose is lucky
lit against the velvet moss
that cushions under-river
from summer's rain of light

*

The meticulous discipline
of my rising heartbeat
nuzzles bright and attentive,
guides dust and goslings

*

To a paraphrase of the sun
one day, ruined, diurnal--
winging an elegy for those
who die without signature


_

Tuesday, July 02, 2013

Snapshots

A wheeling wave
the kids are drenched
swallowing hot, sweaty prayers

Rick teaches them trees
Son of a...? (beech)
We chuckle and shake our heads

At night amidst snores
we count as silence,
diagnose the radiating bloom of calm

__

Thursday, March 28, 2013

High

The memory of a plane
crawling before flight
the tires tearing grief
a captured sigh of air

the first possibilities
of the night-mare are
gold-tipped at dusk
needy as a pilgrimage

I follow legs of furniture
to the crotches of trees
light bleeding from clouds
coming down, bringing it all down


___

Perhaps it is true. Yesterday, a student blamed his dream--of a gray mold that crawled up his toothbrush--on the Gabriel Garcia Marquez we've been reading in class...

_

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Misspeak

Stew
a head
of cabbage garbage
in-certitude
curtained disdain.

Yellow is gold
is lemons
yellow is pages
is journalism
is cold Englishman's lyric

she says
planes, and trains
--not kind to my migraines
it rhymes, write the poem
I say

elastic-electric
forced
forged faked
shudderin' end
ex-tension
_

Monday, March 11, 2013

Snatch Dispatches

Big A and I went to see a student production of The Vagina Monologues this weekend. It was an amazing production with student-scripted passages and made even better because we were sitting with  two of my work friends who were seeing it for the first time.

What happened: Big A and friends were talking about how they'd read excerpts of The Vagina Monologues before but hadn't really caught the show.

What I dreamed that night: That Big A was telling my friends that he'd read "snatches"of The Vagina Monologues before.

I nearly peed myself from laughing.

_

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Vignette

Invisibility
Stands at the street corner
begging from indifference

Lightness
is her weight bearing
down the breath in my chest

_


Monday, February 11, 2013

The Cure

This backbend is the future
tight wire of dreams
warm like dance
step, tip-toe

*
your toenail could tear it,
from some other room
a cough, a prayer
renounces

*
your breath
goes to my brain
your back is turned.
(But arched closer to me.)

_



Monday, February 04, 2013

Commit

Like pilgrims
supine, weeping

clothes are planted
like stations

And also like
excuses and bruises

The saddest story
ends again and again

_

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Shiva

You've hired this happiness
for the flowering day
it waits patiently
multitudinous
diegetic

I'll never forget how you felt
green leaves rust-edged
their first voyages
whispers
sighs

As if you invented a beauty,
in a curl of misfortune
its willing trident
striking flint
delicious


_

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Daybreak


There is a river
rubbled wrong
with illicit sun

there is a silence
mighty, fruitful
festering

there are lies 
and examples
legs trailing

into the temple,
comprehending 
monuments

in their unruly
matted and
sultry sleep


_

Monday, January 16, 2012

Dream

The gorilla eating cereal
is real is real
I never knew him
but friends are falling
falling off really high ledges

Husband has been thanked
for something things
he says he never did. Never.
Paler than winter, the approach
of winter--these swells

In the space between wish
and nudged words, a miss,
a mispronounced reality--
an enormous medieval
leech wriggling its lure

_

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Hinge

The past's prelude
In the dark

a child's cough.
Breadth of beginnings
the point of decision
uncome

the phone call
the e-mail

falling is like flight
in my body,
and the earth's--
thoughts run wet
_

Monday, December 19, 2011

Gone

Dreams
of apocalypse
of apology

turn this sheet:
winds are witchy
twitch in tantrum

these sorries--base
and bloodless
  yet seduce

to always elsewhere
arrivals; hearts
apart from here

December--lucent and lost
is patterned frosts
and year's finish

_

Saturday, September 03, 2011

Augury as August Ends

The earnestness in this enjoyment
--calm, confused schizophrenia
of trees, changes: everything.

And here--right here--a fibrillation
of notes and sighs, of animus.
Brutal brightness, laid bare.

_

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Mind. Business.

Baby baby baby
snakes
taper taper taper
tight

wave happy, happy 
goodbyes gone
clank tears,
swing slaughter

Nothing to do here
Keep moving along
Nothing to see
rest shadows, exit.

_

"I'm a weirdo/doofus/nerd/naif" (Part MXVIII)

I realized during my meditation this morning that my energy for contacting so many people yesterday (the "emotional labor" that St...