I write this in the pouring rain, grateful for the temporary wash of virus from air. Petrichor comforting me on this day maintaining distance.
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Tag: National Poetry Month
talking about strawberries all of the time
5 sutures await
Sheltering
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.
periodicities : virtual reading series :
Poems are the little engine of resilience. Poems are really keeping me going right now.
Check out the whole series here, curated by Rob McLennan!
13/30: Celestite
Celestite
The veinous interval
Sun splits the trees
The air becomes celestite
We are solvent
Finally
What now to do
but cook these skins
We won’t need them where we’re going
12/30: folly & carburetor
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
11/30: Poetry Walk
Why do certain shrubs smell like pee
Capitalism
The father of desire
His face a white light
We fall into it
or die trying
10/30: sediment
the bottom sediments
if you let it
a whirlpool the normal tension
are we not living cells?
all the wild cultivars
and their babies
in a crystal sky-city
a whorl, a pith
a solitary action
We emancipate
9/30: the woods found within this body*
“the woods found within this body”
-from Half of What They Carried Flew Away,
Andrea Rexilius*
my trust issues a clog
in my heart spell
small blisters
rainbow cuts
in the landscape
my leg undergrowths
spirochetes & chasms
having irregular hairs
in between breasts
my thunder belly
landslide
mortar, then –
the sticking nest of
desire for something
else not a marriage
not a lichen
though we did walk in
those woods
together for a time
All light melted
I was magma
Damaged tissue
Debriding
8/30: rose quartz
rose quartz
Aureole threshold
is totem
Three rosy smooth stones
Fibrous & generally stable in ultraviolet light
One is found or one finds oneself
Irradiation forms dusky hues
Rock crystal asterism
My terminal bud
In each hardness a prism or vein
A loathsome pustule
A bubblegum center
A dichroic future of bilateral symmetries
Our stars pulsing under the skin
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