Independence Days

I stumbled upon an old photo of us This slow Saturday breeze in my brain turned it over and there I am on my parent’s roof with you 4th of July grinning into the crook of your neck our sleeping daughter beneath our bodies on that tiny couch my mom bought her for Christmas I…

The soul is like Jesus Bare feet in both worlds Everything here has one The dirt soul The cow soul The man soul The sea soul The bird soul The world soul I think it’s so we never forget each other The Other One     long     bridge So time makes sense Especially…

The upside of being a drunk in recovery

I like to imagine all of us sober tonight Our aching bodies This mundane human throb Delicious, honest to God fatigue After hours at the office Hours of tidying the house or pruning the rose bushes Or moving all my books from the bedroom to the living room to make room for a dresser set…

Ashes falling into my cup

I can hold my daughter’s compassion in firelight one tiny log at a time make it last her ashes falling into my cup I can hold the weight of the moon in my breath one porcelain eye on my chest make me see her ashes falling into my cup I can hold my soul in…

Atlas

How much can you swallow before it swallows you back When the empty is heavier than the sky that he held over his head for losing to Zeus to Gods who have no business being Gods I thought about that today going back up the stairs to my office after a particularly shitty phone call…

There is no alone with poetry

Dead poets line four walls Fixed eyes, thin skin choking on dust Indignant, gracious Quit looking for me here, they say The best part of living is what you learn alone in the dark when the rest of the world sleeps All the losing and winning Brimming and seeping from pottery shards unearthed in our…

Night walk

I’ll walk to the cemetery tonight and find you like we did in college when phones were fat with squiggly tails and I always hoped it was you I’d start off up the hill above my dorm soft jeans and sensible shoes loud, blue parka nothing at all in my pockets through ushering pines and…

The problem of evil

Isn’t it interesting how other animals don’t seem to feel sorry for themselves? The loss of a child Starvation Bitter cold, brutal heat They simply bow their heads and eat when it’s offered And how we look so hard within domes and people, that which is offered so baldly in the wild I wonder People…

Divorce

The TV could be on in the other room You’d be on your laptop half interested in everything, nothing Anything but me Our daughter would be somewhere here; absently, greedily eating illusions And I’d be dying quietly, no differently than I am now… Except that now I get to walk the catacomb like a priestess…

I am an ocean

I am an ocean full of dark things that never see light My body covers the earth and when the sun bears his touch I remember how vast I really am I could spend hours rolling my head side to side trying to see all of myself And that’s when you see me and remember…