Tag: xanthe
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May 15, 2008 09:31 AM EDT --
enough of this that the otherwise
surprise! here i am where are you
when it all comes down
how can you say you did you don't you will you won't you will
take it on take it easy . . . more
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February 11, 2008 07:24 AM EST --
The day is vacant;
Where you ought be there is only emptiness
this and the howling pain of a sharp stone driven in again and again.
I stumble, I fall, I trip.
No matter how hard I try to stay steady . . . more
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April 20, 2007 09:01 AM EDT --
I am shy. I blush easily. I shuffle in my shoes. I like to be one-on-one but am nervous as spring's first lily when put in a crowd. I hide behind a pair of giant RayBans. I am the pale girl in the . . . more
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August 22, 2007 09:07 AM EDT --
So the grand-paned windows
the pale painted galaxy blue,
the hurried-harried passers-by,
this Grand Central;
It alone bears witness to the nervous first approach;
two fauns, each approaching, near, back . . . more
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November 13, 2007 08:37 AM EST --
Anything spoken, never said.
It is all renege; amounts to naught.
Lies she told, I never said,
you believed, while elsewhere I bled,
pricking my fingertips with fine-pointed needles
Anything . . . more
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January 16, 2008 08:43 AM EST --
Just as you forget I remember
a criss-cross of promises, gleaming plait,
secured at the ends with a silk-indigo ribbon.
This once I knew with certainty every word I meant,
I was your one true Believer . . . more
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May 16, 2008 02:39 PM EDT --
You took what you wanted.
Let it sit until it stank – careful,
your wabi-sabi ways are showing.
Selfish, undivided, your desire was singular.
Me wanting not wanting, you wanting and . . . more
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August 22, 2007 09:30 AM EDT --
12:30 exact and the carrillon sounds.
The great bells in their tower.
People, they hear, yet none see the pull.
Led by some angel we remain cloistered,
invisible, cool within the confines.
Here, all . . . more
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February 05, 2008 08:57 AM EST --
Do you have all that you need?
Or do you still feel the bleed of the cut?
Blood rich-thick iron-rich; it will kill you in the end.
The end never does come tho; the future indefinite.
Others have . . . more
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February 25, 2008 10:10 AM EST --
If ever I could be a speeding train on rims electrical I'd be a wreck,
Poles flicker by easily as the late afternoon creeps in beneath the blinds
where I retreat in the after in the ictal in the . . . more
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May 15, 2008 12:24 PM EDT --
Four hours and I will wake as i lie awake in the Now,
uncomfortably lonely; this yearning - it parses miles.
Does it travel the Harlem current? Can you feel me?
Once you said I could make someone . . . more
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May 15, 2008 08:39 PM EDT --
So where are you now?
Done with those others,
such numerous affairs. They mean nothing.
Never did. You wing-healed, fast, so furious.
With such speed you move from building to building . . . more
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January 16, 2008 06:54 PM EST --
Rocks thrown clear,they breach the sea wall,
Great crashing waves so full of stones.
I am tide stoned: an adulteress I.
Promenading without my scarlet A, yet still, it is visible. . . . more
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May 09, 2007 04:49 PM EDT --
You said, Oui,
italics, cap, exclamaition point, ellipsis.
I took your double entendre; swallowed it whole
until the words exploded in my mouth,
some affirmation of our love, the not purely quotidian . . . more
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February 10, 2007 06:06 PM EST --
It sounds like the last day we will ever meet.
I can hear it - the tinsel thin wire - it stretches taught
before snapping: A violin string that breaks mid partita,
a movement interrupted. Is it your . . . more
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February 20, 2007 12:53 PM EST --
I had given up so many things for Lent.
You among them, by choice, not by choice.
A necessary consequence of circumstance,
some test of will of the heart's true independence.
I never told . . . more
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February 24, 2007 05:31 PM EST --
Simple message sent from telephone, speeding train
me to you
"I speed south to your embrace."
No sooner, no sooner - no later, no later,
Do I arrive on this Wednesday
your call, . . . more
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February 22, 2008 08:11 PM EST --
This tale relaxes to a soundtrack –
Bach's solo cello, G-major.
The sound and feel of your kiss – the surprise and magnificence of it
. . . more
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January 25, 2007 04:03 PM EST --
What am I if not a sigh – blate –
A brief exhalation that parses the barrier
of your half-pursed lips.
I am the easy, steady silence
the empty space you fill with me, your hungry ghost; . . . more
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April 18, 2007 10:25 AM EDT --
So you discover that after all, your halo is then plastic.
Not the shiny bright gold you had imagined it to be - but other:
Burnished anyway, tarnished by midlife dis-ease, discomfort.
All . . . more
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