June 2009
123 posts
Recurrent Curse
not in the grove or the pond : not atop the iris hill : sticks and steps along a wet street : all night edging the fearful hedges : you follow the Setter : keep highway light to your right : find the gravel drive : a voice in the blinkless phlox : a voice aging in the mailbox : its terror recognizes you : pick the yellows : store your teeth in...
Trust
Each morning light corridors your infinite bones. The dark tangled intrigues end at the edge of the water. A spell awakens, an ear awakening. You wake to the amorous murmur of hemlock. You wake to fur clouds, a warm grazing hand. Traces of night shine from the corners, its aches and its things kept awake. Night doesn’t wait to be hunted; it hides in corners. You shake the shape of your own...
