And: cue blackness. Rot through. Cue deluge, fermata: the rains come. Cue monsoon, cue cyclone, cue every exotic and underground kind of catastrophe, avalanche and tephra. Every. Then; cue ash, cinder. Enough to bury a city. This heart is Pompeii.

"We asked the captain what course of action he proposed to take against a beast so large, terrifying, and unpredictable. He hesitated to answer, then said judiciously: I think I shall praise it. " -- from Praise by Robert Hass

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Arson. Most of all arson. Tongues of flame flare lick, lick and like ( Read more... )

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Sometimes the way to milk and honey is through the body.
Sometimes the way in is a song.
But there are three ways in the world: dangerous, wounding,
and beauty.
To enter stone, be water.
To rise through hard earth, be plant
desiring sunlight, believing in water.
To entire fire, be dry.
To enter life, be food.

If I had no head. If no one raced ahead of me. If I could complete the task, finish the thought. If I had a horse to take me there. If my feet were not fastened to the ground. If I received instruction, or a letter, or an empty envelope. If imprinted. If I could make myself a mirror. If I could make a mirror an ocean. If I could make an ocean a ( Read more... )

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odd not to be able to tell anyone stories of what happened to us

we can tell them to each other, this loop and the next

and what of what happened before

this isn't the first time we've been here, so
close to water, so close to sky

how do you know?

the way bears find caves for the winter, the way the ( Read more... )