i should be on a plane touching down in Atlanta about now, but instead i'm in Fuschl sweeping my cut hairs off the floor with wadded toilet paper. what's up? that answer and more coming soon from America, if i ever make it there.

i hope that those i love who have left have arrived home safely, and that one who is still here is feeling their absence less painfully than when i last spoke to him. and i hope that i too will soon arrive safely to embrace those i have been missing for so long - without you here to embody it, the beauty of these landscapes is just too fucking ( Read more... )

an egg of sun breaks over the mountain, sizzling out the chill morning rain. i rest on an orange bench above the bit of city you didn't take with you when your car pulled away, trying to keep my distance from thinning crowds, but the cobalt of your eyes hangs in the lakes below and your laugh scampers as red-tailed squirrels up the trunks of the ( Read more... )

in the absence of my own, here are some words by kenneth rexroth (a poet i could bathe myself in lately) from "on flower wreath hill ( Read more... )

someone dear phoned me last night from across stormy seas and reminded me how wonderful rain is when it's warm

my cheek rests in the pale circumflex
of your spine.
as i breathe from your sacrum
the sole breeze
of spring, something in me that was summer
shatters
and in a river snaked down your spine
i salt my surrender
as the glass of stained glances
splinters to shards
in the slow sinew of your kiss

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do the necessary undo the unnecessary ( Read more... )

pop the cork you screwed into my forehead,
blow your steam
and your top off too
and take my last breath with it,
whatever it takes to un-scream the moon
you hang us from
just to bathe you in its surrogate light
with sponges so lithely wrung
from my fingers

Let the heart's pain slack off ( Read more... )