Summer ignites itself Methodist style. Japanese paper lanterns Noguchi might have made for Martha Graham’s last dance alight the campgrounds, set the island aglow in pinks, oranges, yellows, fire-engine red awash. A crowd gathers to mingle, a child may wander tonight in wonder the way gingerbread cottages welcome her to their wooden railed porches, dare [...]
Archive for October, 2009
Illumination Night
Posted: October 31, 2009 by Arambler in Night PoemsTags: Poetry, Illumination Night, Martha's Vineyard, Martha Graham, Isamu Noguchi, Methodist, tabernacle
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Day 2,031 (Outside the Hive)
Posted: October 30, 2009 by Arambler in Day PoemsTags: Poetry, bee hive, lightning, beekeeper
The bees are dying. No one knows why. Saying hello as you roll away does nothing to clear away this rain. The beekeeper rarely speaks, his voice cracks from disuse. I resist filling in his blanks. They are not blank, but beveled with premonition. Lightning could destroy the hive. But that’s not it. And if [...]
Natural Pause
Posted: October 30, 2009 by Arambler in Overnight PoemsTags: childless, menopause, Poetry
It’s not going to kill me—this chemistry experiment being performed inside the boundary between me and everything else. Unused. Cessation. It gets erased gradually.
So Utter
Posted: October 29, 2009 by Arambler in Morning PoemsTags: broken tongue, Poetry, second language, sorrow
Sorrow as a second language, spoken there, taught here, she comes to get her education, to give back all she has. It’s yours, if you can use it. She asks questions no one questions— answers upon answers erased from the black board so she can breathe. Some will cry, some will laugh, some will die [...]
Truth in Transport
Posted: October 28, 2009 by Arambler in Night PoemsTags: Alcohol, decay, Poetry, transportation
Someone’s placed a photo of a boat on the side of a train. There are buses with bicycle racks on their grilles, people walking off planes onto moving sidewalks. And there’s the pigeon foot I discover on a curb a mile from home. It smells like nothing, but there’s rot in the air, could be [...]
Entangled in a net of no one to blame’s making, I forget what I said yesterday about this pier and its hurricane scars. About to begin another plunge into dense deconstructions of choppy water. About to listen for those dirges we prepared, buried in this sand before I began to follow musicians around with this [...]
Gargoyle or Caryatid
Posted: October 24, 2009 by Arambler in Civil Twilight or Dawn PoemsTags: Caryatid, gargoyles, lit matches, Poetry
Crouched above you, she holds everything against the mantle and flicks lit matches, narrowly escaping your exposed proud flesh. I could be her before another renovation after rain.
Loners Club
Posted: October 23, 2009 by Arambler in Afternoon PoemsTags: conversation, hermit, loners, Poetry
Each time I break this silence to join a conversation, I have to start at the beginning again to learn what I’ve missed since the last time I was human.
Current
Posted: October 22, 2009 by Arambler in Afternoon PoemsTags: heart, invisible fence, Poetry
That was when they had the invisible fence. That was when you said I had a warm heart. All of you got it wrong.
