31 October 2010
29 October 2010
Rise
components
measured in turn
combined
alchemy more than recipe
each time different
variants of the same
touch/ taste/ smell/ see
knead the need
hidden in a warm spot
rise
twirl-a-whirl
spread: flattened, dimpled
craggily perfect
anticipation
almost
heat, hot . . .
even better for breakfast
27 October 2010
My alpha Beta post...
This polished finger
can’t get it right, fingering
the years, greased underneath and
slipping like a slippery fish
into the river.
One finger joins many, a phalanx
laced to the knuckle
yet remaining indistinguishable.
Drowned by each other;
grappling down the muddy banks of the Red,
in our hometown.
Next fall - Found!
The tip of a finger bone, the forefinger
perfectly preserved in the river bank and
mistaken for an arrowhead
showing east.
can’t get it right, fingering
the years, greased underneath and
slipping like a slippery fish
into the river.
One finger joins many, a phalanx
laced to the knuckle
yet remaining indistinguishable.
Drowned by each other;
grappling down the muddy banks of the Red,
in our hometown.
Next fall - Found!
The tip of a finger bone, the forefinger
perfectly preserved in the river bank and
mistaken for an arrowhead
showing east.
Bread Crumbs
Emerge from a fan of sheets, chalk and china clay,
spine broke and beautifully worn
with my hand spread in the bow-curve of your back,
pressing you down, stretching, folding you close
as if this were the end of our world.
Fingers laced together like clever roots,
one being; tall, naked, wrapped in ourself.
In the quiet you cling to me like Ipomoea.
You feed me sweet potato and water spinach
and I suck wine from your lips.
Drunk, we lapse back into the leaves,
bruising them red with our footprints
so we will always find our way back
to the beginning.
spine broke and beautifully worn
with my hand spread in the bow-curve of your back,
pressing you down, stretching, folding you close
as if this were the end of our world.
Fingers laced together like clever roots,
one being; tall, naked, wrapped in ourself.
In the quiet you cling to me like Ipomoea.
You feed me sweet potato and water spinach
and I suck wine from your lips.
Drunk, we lapse back into the leaves,
bruising them red with our footprints
so we will always find our way back
to the beginning.
25 October 2010
24 October 2010
23 October 2010
"Pop"
What are we if not voices
that echo in the sky
Like soap bubbles
slowly gliding by
A rainbow sheen reflecting
all the while perfecting
just what we want to say
that echo in the sky
Like soap bubbles
slowly gliding by
A rainbow sheen reflecting
all the while perfecting
just what we want to say
22 October 2010
21 October 2010
19 October 2010
I h-te desire
“The secret of happiness is to admire without desiring.”
Carl Sandburg
“In my experience, there is only one motivation, and that is desire. No reasons or principle contain it or stand against it.”
Jane Smiley
“Wealth and rank are what people desire, but unless they are obtained in the right way they may not be possessed.”
Confucius
“The desire to write grows with writing.”
Desiderius Erasmus
“The desire of the man is for the woman, but the desire of the woman is for the desire of the man.”
Madame de Stael
“Desire is the key to motivation, but it's determination and commitment to an unrelenting pursuit of your goal - a commitment to excellence - that will enable you to attain the success you seek.”
Mario Andretti
“A goal is not the same as a desire, and this is an important distinction to make. You can have a desire you don't intend to act on. But you can't have a goal you don't intend to act on.”
Tom Morris
“I have certainly known more men destroyed by the desire to have a wife and child and to keep them in comfort than I have seen destroyed by drink and harlots”
William Butler Yeats
Carl Sandburg
“In my experience, there is only one motivation, and that is desire. No reasons or principle contain it or stand against it.”
Jane Smiley
“Wealth and rank are what people desire, but unless they are obtained in the right way they may not be possessed.”
Confucius
“The desire to write grows with writing.”
Desiderius Erasmus
“The desire of the man is for the woman, but the desire of the woman is for the desire of the man.”
Madame de Stael
“Desire is the key to motivation, but it's determination and commitment to an unrelenting pursuit of your goal - a commitment to excellence - that will enable you to attain the success you seek.”
Mario Andretti
“A goal is not the same as a desire, and this is an important distinction to make. You can have a desire you don't intend to act on. But you can't have a goal you don't intend to act on.”
Tom Morris
“I have certainly known more men destroyed by the desire to have a wife and child and to keep them in comfort than I have seen destroyed by drink and harlots”
William Butler Yeats
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