co                    (nn)                    ect
co                      (ll)                      ect
co                      (rr)                      ect

pro                     (j)                        ect
pro                      (t)                         ect

pl                 (a)                   y
pr                    (e)                      y
pr                     (a)                       y
p                     (a)                     y

ed               tion
uca
of
em              tion
o

)cupped hands carry


sliver moon
on long silver wires

an evening song
of light lunges

waves jump white
on jetties

twist we bend
into being

such delicate measures
this stone                us
             between



re        ve        ve        re        ve        ve        re        ve        ve
al         re         al        al         re         al        al         re         al



the spark(

bridges open


the morning sky
still sparks
and scars
with stars
dark streets
and people sleep
gulls ghost
their notes
from rooftops
autumn calls
its colors
into the canals


bridges close

(in ti ma te hi s c ri ms on tu be d a nd lo op ed)

)bone marrow
made
to fade(

(gen tle the hum of t he min d’s m usi c)

)grey matter
made
to fade(

a chime
of sticks stones
notes templed
and flowering
beneath a sheet
of skin

when time            stretches and sheds
when time             gives all to gravity

that we were not
for one more day

thus runs
the world away

it is quite simple
really
this world
and all its spinnings

joy
into            into
sorrow

clarity
into           into
madness

day
into           into
night

sooner or later
everyone’s flame
goes out
floating off
as we do
like slow ghosts
of smoke
in the end
all that matters
is that you find yourself
on one side
of the fence
or the other
no explanations
or apologies
needed

full moon lifts
from left to right
saffron chants
unstill the night
shadows dance
in candlelight
lanterns ember
then ignite

      an
d
s
     of
t
l
y
d
r
    if
t
     ou
t
    of
s
    ig
h
t

green

bodies
of
bamboo
yield
little
to
the
wind
bending
just
enough
to
trust
what
is
not

seen

she    loves the sound of rain   she   sleeps until noon   she   kisses with her eyes open   she   sits in the corner   she   does not drink   she wades into the river   she   does not eat   she   is addicted to sadness
shehidesincrowds   she  is one of seven children   she   loves tequila   she  gathers ghosts   she   is her own worst enemy   she   cannot have children  she  applies her make up on the subway   she   attends sunday mass   she   is terrified of hospitals   she   has never seen a dead body   she   sings in the shower   she   lights candles   she   does not know how to swim   she   is angry with god   she   never has money   she   trusts no one   she   places flowers in the vase   she   makes excuses   she   collects lladro   she   died in
her sleep   she   speaks three languages   she   has a laugh like sunshine   she   loves children   she   was *****   she   studied chemical engineering   she   wants to be a dolphin   she   staggers with the weight of loneliness   she   reads shakespeare   she   smokes when she is drunk   she   cries in the dark   she   has a small tattoo of a seahorse on her shoulder

re
imagine
me
in
a
field
of
blue

wind upon wax wing
climb cloud up and down

above

the hedgerows the meadows the strands the things
we do not yet know the music to

until the sun whispers
it is time

and
marks
my
cascade
into
the
hands
of
the
sea

up on the hill
  
an elderly man
slowly made his way
through the crowded bus
  
they think i’m ok
  
upon finding a seat
he asked aloud
to no one in particular
where are we going?
  
or so they say