Mooning over friendship on the wane is like worrying a loose tooth with my tongue. Loop it with string and slam the door already. A strong new tooth will rise, eventually.
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Phases
Posted in lost, poem on July 22, 2010 | 1 Comment »
How to Make a Crab Cake by January Gill O’Neil
Posted in found, poem, tagged crab cake, poem, poetry on June 21, 2010 | 2 Comments »
Check out my neighbor’s fantastic Poem Video! This is such a great idea.
kite flying
Posted in poem on May 5, 2010 | 1 Comment »
My heart feels tethered and tugged in many directions. If I let go of the string I will not get my kite back. Its plastic body will reproach me impaled on a local tree all year. But, of course, if I grip too tightly, stringburn and nosedive.
Frenemies
Posted in poem on January 15, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
I’m ashamed while mothers and fathers are trapped in fallen buildings to spend yet another moment analyzing who loves more. Counting the change in my wallet while you hang from a fraying rope. This time I’ll drop everything and reach out for you.
Snowday
Posted in poem on December 21, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
No work. A snowy ride in an old buick five adults and one dog. Latkes and salmon and strawberries. Chocolate and red wine, in the warmth of a two hundred and fifty year old fireplace. A scramble over a snowbank and then sleep in the glow of the colored lights, dog sprawled across me.
Rats love to be around people to prostrate themselves in the insulation over your head and lay there echoing your sleeping posture. They follow shamelessly as you toss eggshells and cabbage ends and hard old bread. They seek to emulate you in every particular.
Sharp Bones
Posted in poem, tagged bones, poem, poetry on November 15, 2009 | 1 Comment »
As he passed, I reached out and brushed him with the heel of my right hand. The tender palm of my hand is a tongue and my fingers are grasping lips as I close them around that neglected midpoint; his left hip, where the flared edge of his pelvis is covered by the thinnest skin, [...]
Hope Brings a Turtle: Part Three
Posted in arts and crafts, poem, tagged love, origami, poetry, turtles on August 21, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Hope brings a turtle in a tiny box. She’d spent hours folding turtle after turtle from sheets of wrapping paper. The one she is carrying was the smallest one she could make. This turtle is like my love, she thinks. Not small, I know my love will grow or shrink to fit any space. The [...]
At Six
Posted in lost, poem, tagged heath, library, poem, poetry on August 18, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I was playing with my friend Ben who had a three-legged dog and lived on top of a hill where his road stopped in a pile of sand. He swore at me and I walked out, Ben’s father was sleeping by his sketches. I walked through the scrubby prickly woods that pressed close over the [...]
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