There is no syntax to silence (a poem)

Title courtesy of Vasilina Orlova. It doesn’t speak well of anyone but itself lacking the vocabulary for reverence That exists only in our thoughts where we give meaning to the lightest of the slightest and to the deepest we can endure In a moment everything can happen if we let it (25 December 2016)

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One breath, another breath (a poem)

An ekphrastic poem, inspired by Frank Perry’s album Zodiac. Where the stars meet silence I am on guard I am too accustomed to silence One breath Another breath Gongs mark where grains shift before tumbling down glass to strike the drum One breath Another breath The chambers in which we choose to live hold space [...]

On the ladder (a poem)

An ekphrastic poem, inspired by my piece, ‘I’ve gone too far to turn back now’. There’s only a little bit left may as well have the rest Tomorrow’s looking the same as today which was the same as yesterday It’s not going to matter how I feel I’m reaching up for the next rung far [...]

The inconsequential daydreams of a cracked shell (a poem)

I don’t know what this is, but I wrote it anyway. The sharp edges of fire every piece of knowledge not mine empty amidst the fragrant screens soot, smoke, charcoal, and ash exceptions to the protocol of layers and their command of facts Insinuations in fragments on the ground next to walls of shadow, doubt, [...]

National Poetry Writing Month, Day #16

Today’s napowrimo.net prompt is to answer a questionnaire about a place (real or imagined), then write a poem based on one or more of the answers. I ended up writing about my immediate surroundings—more specifically, in the context of my decision to make this what I call a ‘quiet day’. That means no unnecessary conversation, and no devices whose [...]

The smoke and the fire (A poem)

Technically, I wrote my Day 8 entry for National Poetry Writing Month yesterday, so here is a poem I wrote today. The smoke will rise in good time leaving ash and fragments of bone the proverbial trail of tears a regret or two and a reminder that everything ends The light will give it shape [...]

Turning back to the path I thought I was on before life took me somewhere else (A poem)

Writing epistles is harder than I thought it would be. So far, I feel like I’m ending up with a really bad ‘artist’s rendering’… There’s an old photo on your wall of a diner somewhere on the coast No place you’ve ever been— a gas station probably stands there now There’s a picture of you on the [...]

Secrets and unanswered questions (A poem)

A new poem in my February series of epistles. Out of respect for privacy, I am not mentioning the subject of this one. You really are something of a mystery Nobody knows what goes on inside your head So many secrets and unanswered questions and things hiding in the shadows I didn’t ask about the [...]

The dark horse runs unnoticed at night (A poem)

This bit of mysteriousness emerged from somewhere… The scene of my surrender is one flight up from the sidewalk This is where I lived before the war that took you from me I couldn’t wait to leave but chose to stay My open-door policy trapped me inside I spent years here stashing away my secrets [...]