Flashback to a girl. Standing at your door, smoothing her dress against hips that you’ll hold, the hammering – her heart or the knock, same thing. Stepping across her first real line when the handle turns. Wanting to fall because it is raining outside and she has just turned 27 and someone took a scalpelContinue reading “Transgression”
We would be the ones without umbrellas. I miss you when it rains. That is all, and when. (I do not miss you more than when it rains)
There are words that express both hello and goodbye. Words that mean to cling and to sever. Words to make one against or against – that is, to be completely opposed or pushed right up close. There is refrain which means both to cease and repeat. Also quite to suggest whether the fall will be measured – or utter, complete. AndContinue reading “Contranym”
Hey, it’s me … If ever you are reading this – I’m sorry I said you had a thick neck. Everything else was (mostly) true. And the answer really was yes.
How I say I am leaving and you mumble I’ll see you soon, and how with your eyes still closed you miss the way I shake my head, no. Nine months ago I wrote a piece called I know you don’t watch me walk away. To quote Adele, this one was me kind of onContinue reading “I know you don’t watch me walk away (imagined)”
I had a dream last night where I said your name. Out loud. Tongue against teeth, it snaked out from pressed lips, the sound escaping with the slowest release of air. As if I had been holding my breath for days. Oh that’s just like —– and there it was. Such freedom in the word, theContinue reading “Secession”
I won’t be voting for Barack Obama on Tuesday. Mine is a vote he cannot have. Not because I will cast my vote for the right, however. I won’t be voting for a simple and defining reason: I cannot vote at all. Honorary American though I may be, and a yellow-dog Democrat to boot, IContinue reading “You are the maker of manners (why I won’t be voting for Barack Obama on Tuesday)”
An island fished up out of the sea. At once ancient and brand new. Where even in the withholding, in the barren of winter, there is a hint of what is to come. Some burst of green, some glance of red that survives the night. This is what I come from. The clouds don’t threatenContinue reading “Landscape”