Fig Tree
1.
in summer
we sit in the branches
picking leaves
from the strands
of our hair
we break the stems
and touch
the bleeding tips
to our tongues
2.
quietly
the fruit falls
aging in the soft
shoulder of the ground
flies gather
eating life
before the ending day
3.
summer fails
gathers
and fails again
new grass
grows
crowded against
the wooden fence
my mother
kil...
Tuesday 27th February 2018 2:50 am
With Love
summer ages with
a sudden hour
thin and
sun-softened
words follow
like leaves
each their own
separate turning
my sister tells me
what i don't remember
morning softens
bleeding into
a new light
and she begins
again
Tuesday 28th November 2017 3:14 am
A Room Alone
night in the long hours
quiet like the inside
of a suitcase
somewhere
a fire is burning
darkness moves
a breath against
the heavy wall
blind and
pillow soft
Saturday 4th November 2017 9:57 pm
Leaving for Work in the Early Morning
it rained
sometime
in the passing night
leaves rustle
wet shadows taken
by a sudden current
sleep
follows me
like a footstep
morning curls
heavy in
the shadows
of the grass
Thursday 21st September 2017 3:37 am
Falling Asleep on the Late Train
the lights move
yellow along
the curves
of your face
soft voices
wait
in the rising
fall of your chest
briefly our shoulders
touch
in sleep
your hand
flutters like
a dying bird
Sunday 20th August 2017 2:11 am
Acceptance
there's a beauty in
her angled shoulders
between the shadows meeting
beneath the curve
of her breasts
unbroken hours
forgotten in
the narrow dark
silence moves
along the small
parts of her hands
Saturday 1st July 2017 4:13 am
Transition
your hands in
the breathing quiet
darkness softens
grey into
the hidden corners
the new morning rises
pale and
soft bellied
Saturday 17th June 2017 2:53 am
Rain at the Farmer's Market
muted sunlight
grey against
the sleeping grass
voices falter
startled by
a new word
disappointed,
the rain bends
with a heavy breath
Sunday 11th June 2017 6:29 pm
Summer in a New Apartment
morning fades
into early afternoon
you're asleep
in the next room
one hand folded over,
fingers touching
the inside
of your hidden palm
somewhere
a voice laughs
spilling life into
the restless sun
the flowers
that your mother gave me
wilting on the corner table
Friday 5th May 2017 2:46 am
Morning After
small
rustle in the mid-hour
she moves
in steady comfort
bare shoulder to
restless sun
Saturday 29th April 2017 6:28 pm
Abscence
he left again
in the early morning
sunlight touches
silver through
the heavy blinds
i clean the dishes from
the kitchen table
new shadows settle
restless bruises against
the curve of my hand
Sunday 16th April 2017 2:56 am
Written While Leaving
summer grass folded
like faded paper
under the heavy frost
your cat sitting
at the window
watching the winter birds
cold water
brushes
the back of my hand
slowly like
a thought turning
it begins to rain
Wednesday 15th February 2017 11:03 pm
Weekend Alone
an empty morning
your pillow
how you left it
curled under
on the edge
i remind myself
to think of you
in the new silence
the cat watching
with the small
movements
of a ghost
Monday 23rd January 2017 2:01 am
Walking in the Woods
together
we move through
the tall pines
he tells me
of the bad days
his words reaching
through the light
of an early autumn
there is a need here
in the pale shadows
the new morning
rots like an open fruit
Tuesday 17th January 2017 3:22 am
Here Again
morning begins
to soften
outside
i wait for you
cold hands
light gathering
with the dust
of the growing hours
there is nothing in me
that is not already soft
and brittle
feel the leaves slip
on the pavement
touching new words with
a covered breath
Friday 16th December 2016 3:36 am
Passing Time
he writes
of the sun shifting
through the narrow grass
the curve of her body
moving with the sound
of a sigh
a cold rain gathers
bringing night
to the waking room
the pale shadows
on the table
hold the movement
of his empty hand
Friday 16th December 2016 3:35 am
New Apartment
the windows open
to the sound of rain
i hear your voice echo
in the other room
morning begins
with a muted fire
Friday 16th December 2016 3:34 am
Standing on a Balcony
midnight buries
a half moon
below her
the sidewalk seems
to shimmer in
the dim light
voices meet
hand to
awkward hand
she hesitates
lingering to watch
the snow fall
Friday 16th December 2016 3:34 am
Insomnia
the smell of smoke drifts
from the burning mountains
your breath moving
the strands of my hair
new light touches
the corner
of the bedside table
and tells me
what i don't remember
Saturday 30th July 2016 10:05 pm
Visiting Hours
rain again tonight.
light scatters
on the pavement
like glass
i remember
the broad
curve of the river
keeping time
with the windows
of the train
i watched you
watch the water pass,
one palm curled
around the shadow
of your wrist
i was waiting then, too
Wednesday 25th May 2016 7:19 pm
Changes
the mountains
are growing
green again
i know the bend
of your hand now
daylight gathers
into a slow burn
and i am not ready
for sleep
Friday 15th April 2016 8:55 pm
Summer Poem
summer pulls
the curling
length
of her hair
leaves whisper
with a blossomed
voice
tonight the moon
has a fingernail's
edge
Monday 11th April 2016 5:09 pm
Driving in a Snowstorm
i miss the silence
of your empty
hand
you drive
your face breathing
a white
light into the dark
the snow
falling like ash
on the road
Friday 11th March 2016 6:12 pm
To the Woman By the Window
summer
turns with
the aging leaves
she carries
her days
on the bend
of her shoulder
the drifting
weight of the morning
curls with the smoke
of her cigarette
Friday 11th March 2016 6:12 pm
January
winter
follows me
here
under
the creeping snow
shadows move
with the sound
of yellowed leaves
Friday 22nd January 2016 4:39 pm
Loss
sometimes
i remember you
in the restless hours
when the night follows
the waking quiet
and the summer
is too slow
to come
Tuesday 12th January 2016 4:41 pm
Early Morning Love Poem
early dawn
fades into grey
i carried your name
into the pale
winter morning
the sound
of the waking birds
touches skin
to skin
Wednesday 2nd December 2015 5:24 pm
For Janis
the night falls
in silence
time
fades the
summer grass
and i count
each
stepping breath
of your heart
Thursday 12th November 2015 6:44 pm
Longing
i keep
a light on
for you
quiet voices
follow
each nodding
turn
of an hour
the night
passes cold
between
the ache
of my fingers
Thursday 8th October 2015 8:55 pm
Not Quite a Goodbye
i can feel
the turn
of your season
fading
the dull
gathering
of the rain
gives weight
to the bend
of new leaves
Thursday 13th August 2015 4:42 pm
Cycles
he eats an orange
every night
before going
to bed
early morning
fades into
the stagnant
ache of summer
he waits
the pitted reflection
of the kitchen window
parts like skin
along the edge
of his knife
Monday 3rd August 2015 10:46 pm
Two Impressions of Early Summer
dull pink rises
over the growing
weight
of the houses
between
the quiet hours
the morning glories
close their petals
against the evening
rain
Tuesday 28th July 2015 12:07 am
Moving From One Place to Another (with boxes)
there was an answer
in the way
the trees pass
pressing budding branches
against the silvering
pull of the sky
i think of the silence waiting
in an empty room
the light peeling
like skin as the day fades
spreading shadow and
the smell of dust
along the growing edges
of the carpet
Tuesday 28th July 2015 12:03 am
Pen Pals
there is a red sun
setting in the mountains
i remembered your letter
on the kitchen table
unraveling the unsteady pulse
of your memory
into the half light
where are the early mornings?
the music playing
quietly as the pale
warmth of the ocean
passes like a mirror
beside the windows
of my car
we each keep sending
our own regrets
Tuesday 28th July 2015 12:03 am
Apology
we move in silence
the yellowing
age of the roses
continues with the tide
Monday 27th July 2015 11:55 pm
First Impression of Santa Cruz
the waves ebb and
turn like the shadows
hidden in the folds
of a curtain
there is morning somewhere
behind the fog
Monday 27th July 2015 11:50 pm
Marie
morning again
my shoes
are still wet
from the rain
last night
i search
with small fingers
for the beginning
push of the light
the smell of oranges
still lingers on my pillow
Monday 27th July 2015 11:47 pm
6 Months Later
the dogwood trees
are blooming
their petals
tipped in the silver
of the morning
rain
i'm beginning to like
the quiet again
the shifting hands
of the clock
brushing hours
against my shoulder
Tuesday 28th April 2015 9:44 pm
Figment 6
i found your footprints
by the lake
where the sand
met the lazy
tongue of the water
i wanted to tell you
about the oranges
on the counter
the soft curl
of their peels
growing dimmer
in the fading light
Tuesday 28th April 2015 9:43 pm
Figment 7
i dreamed
of the ocean again
last night
silver lined
the water and
the hanging
shadows of the gulls
the waves
curling like fingers
against the sand
Tuesday 28th April 2015 9:42 pm
By the Duck Pond
old leaves
follow
the curve
of the water
and now
that the rain
has ended
the trees bend
their branches,
heavy with the push
of the fading season,
towards the shadows growing
in the long
fingers of the grass
Thursday 5th February 2015 2:59 pm
Exes
the night outside
grows colder
he is sitting
listening to the shadows
move from room
to room
there are edges
along the corners
of the narrowing room
where the yellow
light of the lamp
does not touch
he is tracing
his memory
along the curve
of her wrist
outside
the snow falls
in separate time
Tuesday 13th January 2015 6:26 pm
For An Afternoon
your fingers
shadowed on the grass
the soft
sound of the leaves
rushing
in a pass of breath
as it begins
to rain
Friday 12th December 2014 7:19 pm
For An Evening
the window is open
to the sound
of the water
sighing
the light
from the waning
moon
speaks softly
to the corner table
you left
a glass by
the kitchen sink
pale pink tracing
the line
where your lips
had been
Wednesday 5th November 2014 4:57 am
Coin 38
the sky was a flat metal
he could smell the dusky
smell of a coat discarded,
damp and full of dust,
on a bench as he passed.
and, even now, as
the wind pulled the hands
of his scarf around
in frantic circles
he thought of the quick flick
of her hand as she tossed
a cigarette, half-burned and
orange with inward fire
onto the sidewalk
Friday 10th October 2014 8:19 pm
Morning Glory
there's a silence
in the hours
of the first stirring
between the breaking
of light through
brittle air
and the pale stretch
of shadow
you traced your own line
where the light dips
and pools in the hollow
of my collarbone
with the narrow tip
of a finger
i take a page
pure in the first fold
and open receptive
Friday 10th October 2014 8:18 pm
Coin 45
i've already forgotten
our timid hands
the quiet rustle
of young leaves
the sun nodding
through branches
creating shadow
upon shadow
on the hiding grass
Monday 6th October 2014 3:10 am
Outside
soft heels answer
on the sidewalk
i watch the lines
of her hips move
against the shadowed
fabric of her skirt
there's not enough
distance in the brittle
push of early autumn
it shifts the naked
rest of browning leaves
and loves no one
Monday 6th October 2014 3:09 am
Figment 2
she is beautiful
he tells
the shifting breath
of the open curtain
Sunday 5th October 2014 2:10 am
Girl Leaving a Bar
the wind picked pace
she could feel the sound
of the music, very
distant now
he was telling her
about his sister
fingers sliding
through her hair
like water
saying, "You remind me,"
"You remind me."
it was too early
for spring
bare branches
stir with a sudden
turn of crooked fingers
as a car passes,
shedding light
on broken glass
last night she dreamed
of lions
Sunday 5th October 2014 2:09 am
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