Photosynthesis (for Kelsey Forest) When we became wildflowers, we spent our afternoons on a hill– young leaves searching skyward, buds seeking sun, waiting for blossoming. And though we could have opened up as roses in our red dresses, alone in towers of thorn and hip, we chose instead to bloom in the key of violet, [...]
Posts Tagged as ‘poetry’
July 16, 2008
The Romantic As A Raspberry
If he could he would tell her how highways at night are like roses— white roses facing east and red roses facing west. He might move on to a metaphor– about how her face is a page he’s been longing to turn, or her gaze a blanket too beautiful to count stars under (that [...]
June 12, 2008
forks
I like forks because of how they can be situated on top of the kitchen cabinet, in the middle of the road, or where they embrace at the end of the river, before body meets body, becoming ocean. I like my nephew Sashka who, being unborn, is already beautiful– with hair of dark honey, hands [...]
May 20, 2008
red leaves, white matter
i can only write poetry about new love because of the endless possibility, the abundance of white matter covers the page like dark rain, february snow. old love is like autumn and needs to be felt through an open widow red leaves, falling sunlight spiderwebbing trying to touch the ungrowing earth with muddy toes. [...]
January 15, 2007
thirteen ways of eating a subway sandwich
I am thirteen sitting across the table from primitive romantic intrigue, and the whole thing falls apart in my hands **************** Sunday afternoon blue big pale alone alone sky, red falcon bird. He takes it apart, the whole thing: first the olives, then the bell peppers, then the onions **************** There is still sauce Under [...]
December 26, 2006
‘Twas the night before the Grammys…
‘Twas the night ‘fore the Grammys, ‘twas all on the air Not a creature would miss it, not even Tony Blair The odds they were posted on websites with care In hopes that some better would be millionaire The pop stars were nestled with Pina Coladas While Eminem dreamt of ‘borghini Gallardos And Bono in [...]
March 8, 2006
The Fruit Poem
Where I come from There is a legend About a girl who cries upon An apple seed And that seed Grows into a tree And that tree Bears only sour fruit But me, I am not born of tears Nor strife, nor sadness Nor jealousy, nor pain nor loss of time, for after all, God [...]
September 8, 2005
Aside
Last night, I thought I heard autumn’s ruddy slippers, shuffling about downstairs. She was dancing to herself, on her tippy-toes. They went shuffle shuffle on the pale carpeting. Someone said to me: “It is cold outdoors. Autumn has finally come.” So I wore a sweatshirt today, and I Kept my hands in the front pocket, [...]
July 27, 2005
Love Sonnet To Cheese
LOVE SONNET TO CHEESE Her nose protruding from the snowy lace, A nervous growl my belly doth emit; It’s not her witch’s eyes or horse-like face, Yet to her hand this ring I don’t commit. It’s just she claims that cheese doth make her fat, And throws it out with cruel and evil screams; How [...]
March 24, 2005
untitled
You are weary from wanting and wary of what you want Words: there are too many of them but none say the right thing love is the ugliest world marmelade sounds much better lets switch them i marmelade you now that sounds stupid. i’m moving to france. at least words sound good there je t’adore [...]
March 16, 2005
Paint Me As A Field of Golden Poppies
Paint Me As A Field of Golden Poppies Paint me as a field of golden poppies With translucent evening skies above Set me in fine print, or carve me out of stone When you sculpt Euterpe’s flute of bone Make me into a melody, tuned to your liking While you sing me for a million [...]
