I will chase your ghosts
on google,
search out your face
in every pixel,
pocket the sparks
your wit threw into the corners.
To my Mother on her 50th year
January 11th, 2012 § 0 comments § permalink
It is as if you have
lived five times over,
moving from mountain to mountain,
carrying our hearts on top of your own.
Rain dance
November 22nd, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink
Here.
Take this.
Break this.
I must hear it
shattering.
Now.
Stand on it.
Grind into it.
Make the goddamn
dust sing.
current affairs
August 9th, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink
my hands
are not big enough
to clasp
these prayers,
my tongue
not loose enough
to grasp
them either.
the world is just too full
right now