Poetry

Pink Moon

The moon rose whole and glowing
like the light through a communication wafer,
just above Challenger,
the Sangres laid out like a jawbone,
teeth sawing at the sky,
sacrificial blood spilling the
sky screaming pink cutting through,
offering raised with both hands,
a dribble of red wine down your chin.

Pink Moon

Sonnet with Phrases from the Boy in the Striped Pajamas

Empty seats ringed in a pink glow,
lots of paper napkins and stack of sugar packets,
the click of the pump, and half of the flow,
the plastic burnt around the shining ratchets.

Sonnet with Phrases from the Boy in the Striped Pajamas

Burning

Something about fire but I guess it slipped away
I can feel it stuck, twisted just behind my heart
pulling hardest from my
neck pulsing with every breath.

Whatever it was that I forgot.

Burning
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Snowmelt

The petals
falling, bitter, the
memory of snow sweet
together we were I
wish I didn’t but I do so
wish I could step back,
I wish I could trace
the muscle to the source
of the pain I wish I could
breathe into it instead
of away. This tremulous
balance, feeling of
underglow, this shaking
of bees.

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Snowmelt
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Was there a Monk on the Mountainside?

A flash of red behind on the slow
drive down the mountain into town.
I looked back and on the ledge
a shock of robes, a clear view
vision serene face of a monk
in slow moving meditation, the
pause of time, bright deep orange
against the shining marble face.

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Was there a Monk on the Mountainside?
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Night Swim

The night sky rolling low and cold
over my chest, my knees, my stomach, my
toes. My back melting into the hot pool
and over my sides, that sloshing
across the ribs lungs shaking above the surface.

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Night Swim
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Another Poem on Perspective

It hurts to see this
much it hurts to see
this far, valley stretching past scope.

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Another Poem on Perspective