Tag: poetry
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What’s the Rush?
Pieces No. 11, paper collage, 2022 where are you going the rest of your lifewe’ve only just begunthis waltz of upholstered shadowsthe moon, leaning out its windowcalling in the clarinets, horsestearing ourselves from the doorframesmaking fools of these tattered sheets We spend too much time looking outside when we should be looking within. I like […]
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Pieces
Pieces No. 3, paper collage, 2022 where do you go when you discover yourself? where the night comes in where silence engulfs our bodies like a hammer i close my eyes and i am unborn i lie down with the bell of the oyster i am the voice of a poet who wanted to but […]
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The Saints Are All We Have Left
Woman No. 9, paper collage, 2021 we have names for souls even now it’s only a matter of time before the ghost-keeper fools us as if death won’t follow us if we never leave the ground won’t untie the kissing thread and the antidote? spray paint your failures on the walls deliver the crow from […]
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My Feet Sail On Sweetheart Shadows
My Feet Sail On Sweetheart Shadows, paper collage, 2021 i. there is waiting and then there is waiting the whales of enlightenment don’t happen by themselves don’t blossom upward like an overcoat don’t hitch a ride on blue jean sunsets ii. a poet is guilty of childish reasoning a daffodil certain of its own destruction […]
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Not At All
Not At All, mixed media, 2021 goodness is wild a solstice of passion an aria for a flannel shirt Goodness is wild. I believe that. I also believe that goodness is something we can see—not with an inner eye, but literally see with our eyes—and would perceive much more readily if we weren’t conditioned not […]
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My Dreams Are Eyes Tonight
My Dreams Are Eyes Tonight, paper collage, 2021 we must relearn to see innocence a woman grows older and wishes she could unsee the world could dig her fingers in a patch of old snow make love under a stop sign with or without headlights for her, a chair is not a chair but a […]
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Exit Signs
To Catch You, mixed media, 2021 opera a theme for belonging moment of inner peace a hawk cries the violin is under snow a poem that isn’t what it ought to be a mock waterfall an oboe playing polka dots with your eyes a knock at the door the kind of self-deception that is necessary […]
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A Moment Apart
Woman No. 11, mixed media, 2021 the real woman is under water and in the moment you grab my hips i am assured of her destruction swift, like a pine needle to be, at once, a moment apart to be a fast car to be a bird at the wheel hour after hour turning our […]
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A Way with Words
Woman No. 8, mixed media, 2021 i. the lamp is waiting the chair, at this hour, is more cynical than usual and why not? i close my eyes and the moon shivers i take a sip of wine and the hemisphere is cold even the crows have stopped asking questions ii. i envision your body […]
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Laughter in the Dark
The Chaos of You, mixed media, 2021 everything at daybreak is less heavy somehow a crow in the yard at 7 a.m. he’d might as well be an angel on the horn a pair of scissors or an ordinary word unsoiled by corruption do you remember those days? when we imagined there was more to […]
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