thin white bright long
hum tighten narrow hum
vibrate vibrate expand expand
change white pink green
glow glow yellow pink white green
blink turn reach reach expand
warm moist deep hum
dew green sigh slow
touch light turn reach
reach pull shock vibrate
revibrate vibrate expand push
push pull yellow green pink bright
shock gasp breathe breathe
breathe breathe
breathe
Thursday, 29 May 2008
Wednesday, 28 May 2008
Anderson, South Carolina
the first cotton gin in the world
the first cotton gin in the world
run electrically
was built in
Anderson, the electric city, the
friendliest city in South Carolina, the
first city in the United States to have a
continuous supply of electric power
the boy
the boy born there, raised there
darted about in the blue dusk
with his sister, to milk from the fireflies
the electric face-paint
the boy named for his father, who
flung him away, when the boy ran in to be enfolded
in his daddy’s arms, the father
who did not deserve the son
the son who
needed more than the name of his father, the
first cotton gin in the world
to run
electrically
the first cotton gin in the world
run electrically
was built in
Anderson, the electric city, the
friendliest city in South Carolina, the
first city in the United States to have a
continuous supply of electric power
the boy
the boy born there, raised there
darted about in the blue dusk
with his sister, to milk from the fireflies
the electric face-paint
the boy named for his father, who
flung him away, when the boy ran in to be enfolded
in his daddy’s arms, the father
who did not deserve the son
the son who
needed more than the name of his father, the
first cotton gin in the world
to run
electrically
Tuesday, 20 May 2008
dust to
the reams of silent expectations
dust
the weight of anticipation
dust
the battered dreams, the reeling wings
the open arms, the broken rings
dust
dust is light
wear it, carry it, layers of it, heavy and dead
or
shake it off
dust
the weight of anticipation
dust
the battered dreams, the reeling wings
the open arms, the broken rings
dust
dust is light
wear it, carry it, layers of it, heavy and dead
or
shake it off
Monday, 12 May 2008
butterflymoth renewal
The dark(ened) and har(er)-scrabble
pocket-linty / crumpled-(up)
portion of your life is
falling away
like so much abandoned chrysalis-tic swaddling
pretty
is just a feeling
self-reflecting
is a way of life
pocket-linty / crumpled-(up)
portion of your life is
falling away
like so much abandoned chrysalis-tic swaddling
pretty
is just a feeling
self-reflecting
is a way of life
Wednesday, 7 May 2008
the way to the edge of the water
thin enduring song
wavering distant note
a clear peg in a sound hole
(that’s just how it is, make it good, make it good for now)
bright tongues of light rub up against
everything green
trip breezy
past small rocks smiling
small leaves twirling
small creeks laughing
shimmering long strand of secret feeling
strong like the wind is strong
red warm trees flash
when eyes are closed
down to the line between blue and blue
s& between toes
wavering distant note
a clear peg in a sound hole
(that’s just how it is, make it good, make it good for now)
bright tongues of light rub up against
everything green
trip breezy
past small rocks smiling
small leaves twirling
small creeks laughing
shimmering long strand of secret feeling
strong like the wind is strong
red warm trees flash
when eyes are closed
down to the line between blue and blue
s& between toes
Thursday, 6 March 2008
Wednesday, 6 February 2008
gleamings
nimbly
furrowed
under
-
squirreled
away
-
the
squeezing
believing
-
that
keeps
her
at
bay
the
light
understandings
-
too
narrow
to
touch
-
gleamings
and
gleanings
-
and
meaning
too
much
a
look
that
sets
boundaries
-
chalk
smiles
on
the
path
-
small
holes
in
the
dreamings
-
small
frowns
in
the
laugh
furrowed
under
-
squirreled
away
-
the
squeezing
believing
-
that
keeps
her
at
bay
the
light
understandings
-
too
narrow
to
touch
-
gleamings
and
gleanings
-
and
meaning
too
much
a
look
that
sets
boundaries
-
chalk
smiles
on
the
path
-
small
holes
in
the
dreamings
-
small
frowns
in
the
laugh
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