Wednesday, October 19, 2011

welcome dear




Leon Alexander; soft and smooth and quiet.
A whole new soul swaddled up and ready for a lifetime.


Sunday, October 2, 2011

the ache of fall


Weekends consisting of nights in and studying. Poetry specifically. But the smell, the air, all of it scraping my lungs with the aching cold. Ache is the perfect word for what my world feels [tastes, smells, sounds] like in the fall.

The ache of marriage:

thigh and tongue, beloved,
are heavy with it,
it throbs in the teeth

We look for communion
and are turned away, beloved,
each and each

It is leviathan and we
in its belly
looking for joy, some joy
not to be known outside it

two by two in the ark of
the ache of it.