i wake to the scent of swimming pools on my fingers, like a bouquet of chloroform i brought myself in my sleep on the eve of some surprise St. Valentine's Day ( Read more... )

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4863604

"my legs ache, my heart is sore, the well is full of pennies" -t.waits/k. brennan

*
in
my
dream last night i hoo
ked my thumbs through your belt loop
s
and
coaxing my h
ands around the h
oneycomb of your w
aist (o! hords of tongues which swa
rm your heart-s
haped harves
t) poured your kiss into m
ine-

tasting in you
nothing
of the rust of autumn

my intellectual life has become a shopping spree, sponsored by overextended friends.

grad school seems a hopelessly lonely undertaking tonight. a month into my second year, and for the first time i'm questioning whether i even want to go through with it ( Read more... )

?. . .

"Union of the weakest develops strength
Not wisdom. Can all men, together, avenge
One of the leaves that have fallen in autumn?
But the wise man avenges by building his city in snow."

-Wallace Stevens, fr. "Like Decorations In A Nigger Cemetery," in "Ideas of Order," 1936."

My love for you isn't a switch, as on a lamp, that I can just "turn off" and walk away from ( Read more... )

http://www.sun-sentinel.com/news/local/southflorida/sfl-katrina,0,4186732.story?coll=sfla-home-headlines

scroll down on the right to "PHOTO GALLERY: Katrina slams New Orleans, Gulf Coast" . . .

[from http://slovenia.poetryinternational.org/cwolk/view/24459: "Meta Kušar was born in Ljubljana in 1952. She is a poet and essayist ( Read more... )

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