Tag Archives: love

His and Hers

I saw us, my love, long after we were gone– Ghosts of lives, well-worn.

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Transients

She was a matter of falling, and scaling the air, and I, street to her clouds, abandoned myself to growing realer and realer in vivid contrast to her sofly fading out and in.

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It’s a Secret: Tell Everyone

The heart’s sheerest capacity to marvel and see rightly is a gilded trespass into the world of true visionaries.

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Daisy

The daisy listens to the dark pressing inward– a mute, glistening.

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Sylvia

Today, February 11, marks the death-date of the brilliant poet, Sylvia Plath. A tribute piece, from my collection Arclight. To be a mother, and to double as a dark sorceress, a cleaver of dried bones, could not have been easy. … Continue reading

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In the Company of Words

At times, the savvy and elaborate architecture of words, the stunning and complex tapestry of language, its magisterial tunings to sound, is, in its beggared haunt and infancy, rooted in the unscabbed core of a pinking utterance, a single quiver … Continue reading

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Desire by Any Other Claim

We were walking scarside, had been for a long time. The wind sounded like fading bells, the air smelled of singed salt. I asked her how her heart was holding up. Good, she smiled, it’s floating jellyfishlike in a pool … Continue reading

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How Winter Springs

Garden caked in snow, single charmed rose, metaphor to give hope its due.

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Zuzu’s Petals

A father’s pocket, containing secret petals— the meaning of love.

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Fred and Ginger’s Step-children

There is a stunning and original reciprocity that takes place when two people are moved to dance while holding hands with only air beneath their feet.

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