Tag Archives: moon
Another Version of Three Loves
I steal. It’s my nature. No license. So I will count three loves although there have been so many more. Lover #1 had no licenses. Didn’t need one to play guitar. He jumped off a stage to kiss me. But … Continue reading
Filed under Night Poems
Lead Sinker Brain Brats
To float is not always the goal. Some air bubbles burst for no reason. On those nights, I let go of my need to follow the moon.
Filed under Night Poems
Loads
I still live in a coin operated world. These social networking tricks do not align with how I shrink from true human contact when the moon begins to count. If he kept the letters I wrote, where would they be … Continue reading
Filed under Night Poems, Overnight Poems
Evening Skin
“Onstage the Scottish musicians begin to break the skin of the evening and the music fills the room—mandolin, guitar, fiddle.” —Colum McCann, from Zoli It doesn’t matter if it’s shattered diamonds or glass she sees winking in fresh snow to … Continue reading
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Nine Eighteen
Don’t draw a line through this day yet—late afternoon and still sleeves are optional, blinding light from the sun’s reflection on a fender, her footsteps reflect nothing but promise of a moon sighting tonight.
Filed under Afternoon Poems
Euphony
Suddenly evening crowds the street—a quickened descent—September acceleration into darkness cooling and smiling upward—there moon, there moon.
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
Auratic Splice
Found footage, a blue filter to distinguish night from its counterpoint. That these black-and- white flicker cycles could be finite, she’s beginning to see how the distinction will snap away, all filters exposed without purpose, no farewell or final letter … Continue reading
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Question of Property
“I almost called these poems Pickpocket Blues because they are the repetition by memory of earlier poems stolen from me b y t w e l v e t h i e v e s.” —Jack Kerouac, … Continue reading
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Off Season
Hollow women seek distractions in you. Numbed into summer is no way to look at the moon each night. That hill won’t hold all these heavy limbs and lids. I’ll be the one to rebel—I don’t want to be distracted. … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
Day 197
I need you tonight, moon, am collapsing in the curve of you. I found a wrench in the street this morning. I need you tonight, throwing tools (I am afraid to use) before me, am reaching to cradle my own … Continue reading
Filed under Day Poems, Night Poems
