Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Saturday, January 28, 2012

a place where hard men shift a boulder to plant a seed












House 

.....Manitoulin Island, Ontario

she was a doorframe
she was the windowpane in his blood

she breathed slowly by the sink
and thought of a tree in bloom
a warmth in her thighs against snowfall
sunlight quavered in a bowl of water

 he held the phrase matrimonial privacy
a mouthful of nails to hammer a stair toward the bedroom

winters later
he curls no larger than a loaf of bread
under strips of wallpaper
mewling for home


Friday, January 20, 2012

Thursday, January 19, 2012

thursday afternoon is light and shadow




if there is another world




it is inside this one


look here

Monday, January 9, 2012

rise




it was just then starting to snow outside in the winter sunlight
the first flakes coming erratic and bright from the cloud-swept wilderness of sky
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Saturday, January 7, 2012

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Wer weiß, ob derselbe Vogel nicht hinklang durch uns gestern, einzeln, im Abend?













Reverie is not a vacuum of the mind. It is, rather, the gift of an hour that knows the plenitude of the soul. 
-- Gaston Bachelard



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