Month: April 2009

Realists Friend

Realists Friend

From this sidewalk where I stand looking up I am struck by how much hope the decision to have a child requires. An optimistic thought in the midst of current despair. I cannot ignore that resolute persistence For I am a fly, a mosaic laid 

three windows

three windows

I am plied wood, skin hardeningdermis fat muscle, capillarieslayers of sense evaporatinga wound, a shell Forgetting of myself, my lipsand palms dry and chalkysuck heat from sidewalksnewly warm in spring Strapped to my shoulders, my headI am on a mill shuttled gear by gearpast the 

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There is no reason,no shape or form that tells mewhat she is or for that matterhow to negotiate with her unreasonable demands. I know exactly what she wants me to giveto her extended sickly fingers,she is tired of this game. And she is correctwhen she 

The trees are gone, let in the light.

The trees are gone, let in the light.

chopped three down yesterday bearing our face to the sky we are naked here, disturbed emerging from our winter den into the hard glare