two steps forward...two steps forward, one step back is still progress
i. it was the little things that brought us together.
graffiti on the bathroom walls
and broken stalls
that you would scrawl and I, later,
would correct in weeping pen.
awkward sharpie and bluntpoint bic met in
l i n g e r i n g e m b r a c e s
beneath our hands.
ii. you shoved a tampon under the door
when i cried with blood on my white cotton panties
for the very first time
(it stained chrysanthemums),
and talked me through it.
its awfully hard to remain strangers
after that, so we didnt.
iii. one day in august -- or was it july;
In the Shadow of the Chapeli.
in the shadow of the chapel
the weeping trees brush the dirt
with butterfly kisses
(brothers and lovers).
the sky cries.
tears drum down to the tempestuous
crash of thunder
and soak the ground.
rivulets run tracks through the lovers' tryst.
so many sheep let out of pasture
by the shepherd's careless eye.
when the limber willow no longer bends
to whip the earth into ecstasy,
they are herded back,
reluctant, job done.
the sky clears way.
the sun and the moon embrace
as they pass each other
on the doorstep
to the horizon.
in the shadow of the chapel
lovers bend to touch again beneath
a rainbow wedding arch.
i. i am falling and i don't want this to stop.
i am drowning and i don't want to come up, not yet, because i am weightless here and in the water i can think so clearly.
i don't want to stop falling because then i can't trick myself into believing i can fly.
i so dearly want to fly....
ii. i am flying now beneath the water as the waves so gently tuck me under.
my wings are bits of air and wasted oxygen that drift behind me, meandering.
they are useless to me now.
iii. a languid flight.
a fearless fall.
Cleanup on Aisle 5Cleanup on Aisle 5
The apples chittered nervously. Two weeks ago, the pears, their longtime neighbors and sometimes allies, had told them of nocturnal activity glimpsed two sections down in the orange kingdom. The rumors had remained unsubstantiated, with neither evidence for or against, but curiosity had been fermenting in the apples' cores ever since. Apples, particularly those of the Gala family, are notoriously curious creatures. Now, as they eyed the flag of truce (BUY ONE GET ONE FREE, it read, with the fine print grubbed off at the bottom) that had been raised by the oranges, their stems quivered with indecision.
In the end, curiosity won out. The current lady, matriarch of the Golden Delicious, called the council to determine who the emissary would be. Old Granny Smith drew the short straw, and nodded decisively.
"But Granny!" cried a
Sonnet 12 sonnet 12
beware the spectres hidden in the grey
of night, whose gentle touch doth pierce the soul;
they beckon ever onwards, ever gay,
facsimiles of happiness they stole.
beware the lovers hidden in the dreams
of lust and love, of passion and of heat.
the beauties are not ever what they seem;
their love, their need, are merely mind's deceit.
do not beware the death or desecration
that waits for you when soon you will awake;
black-cowled it stands as man's only salvation,
light of reality in land of fake.
what dreams macabre greet the dawn of day
to dissipate; like ghosts, to fade away.
Sonnet 11 sonnet 11
in night the terror blinding will not cease
and when I wake, I hear your keening cries;
wide-eyed, unseeing, still you make your pleas
but I can only watch, only stand by.
my palms are marked with whitened crescent scars
that open outwards, dully, to the right;
I reach for you but you are always far,
too far!, and always farther every night.
when day breaks, the dreams flee before the sun
but linger in my thoughts and in my heart;
I see you standing whole, unhurt, in fun
but can't forget the morbid work of art.
you laid in splendor, broken in repose
upon a bed of white and thorny rose.
Sonnet 10 sonnet 10
the sunlight will not break through banks of cloud
to cast sun's glory over all the earth,
to burn through fog that forms the heaven's shroud,
to highlight it as golden, having worth.
the rain will fall to dye the earth in grey
and smother sounds beneath its liquid veil
until no difference between night and day
can be seen in earth's valleys, hills and vales.
the sun will fight to reclaim golden throne
and buffeted by thundering and wind,
will fall to knees, head bowed, on solemn stone
as loser's punishment will soon begin.
the sun, bright gold and glorious, will fall
before the storm, so bitter and so dull.
Sonnet 9 sonnet 9
who can protect themselves from sights unseen,
unheard of and unknown of, never taught;
and who can persecute man for his deeds,
condemn him for the wisdom that he sought?
the lord our god our father cast him out
from perfect eden for a single sin --
the loving lord, all knowing, never doubts
his righteousness of actions -- it begins:
a stormy night with flaming swords to guard
the ways to paradise, no longer free;
man trudges out with Eve, both bitter scarred
by serpent's poison bite, by noble tree.
but who to blame: the serpent or the man
who took the fatal fruit in willing hands?
Sonnet 8 sonnet 8
the foolish words of childhood proclaimed
our love, our tender hearts upon our sleeves,
as true and to forever be the same --
how easy, when you're young, to be deceived!
the seasons passed and time did turn and we,
abandoned to the world as we matured,
came slowly and reluctantly to see
our young selves' love was no longer assured.
we parted ways amicable, but still,
as dying embers lit your eyes with red,
I could not help but entertain a chill
of fear that I'd not see you -- fears unsaid.
we walked away, steps measured, no looks back
at flames burning to ashes, bright to black.