
I write this in the pouring rain, grateful for the temporary wash of virus from air. Petrichor comforting me on this day maintaining distance.
I write this in the pouring rain, grateful for the temporary wash of virus from air. Petrichor comforting me on this day maintaining distance.
So grateful for the warmth and delight of #sheltering in these poems. To be held by the woods is nothing short of majesty. So grateful to Aileen Cassinetto for publishing these three poems.
Poems are the little engine of resilience. Poems are really keeping me going right now.
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folly & carburetor
rap dogs of the sidewalk refrigerator
squeeze my carburetor
tire screech
ocean of car language
little voices from the hum
Saturday whining street music
we roll with it
a beam of folly and decay
skeletal longing
where are the roaring mouths & little feet
the spell of a dandelion whistling
rustle and rumble
each of us caught up
a splatter of constellations
it was the wildness
everything was singing and
you tried to protect me
i resisted it was pitch
and forest it was the trenches
i washed my mud and
donned its mother i slept
among the trees my golden guilt
it was the wild nests of
Brooklyn summer it was the
Cyclone everything was grit
and sunshine a glitter
of dun sand. What is protection
he asked under the boardwalk
who rides the Wonder Wheel
i resisted it was milk
or the ditch
so i started digging.
we’re all becoming animals here
our scaly skins showing through the stained glass
why now why slither
the rainbow gate beneath suit sleeves
beneath chiffon and tweed
the rainbow plexus in our throats
once a wren ever an abalone shell
we were whole once
wander detritus wonder
the furs in the soft air
gentle browns of wood and bark
as the furs gallop by
identify me
call me into
curiosity pinwheel
i make little sparks
in recent lavas
we were the hands holding
tectonic/footstep
we were the under
and beneath
to speak in soil tongues
to be called into ditches
to be summoned
venal wing
wet black eros melt
leaf matter and dirt cake
the cavity of I root
small declivities of teeth
along the rim
how the mouth knows
we were once rose quartz
we were agate
smashed and smashed
among the rock
your smooth body a reminder