The Moya View

Tag: poetry

  • Brute Force

    Brute Force

    The blood wiped from her face evaporates into red smoke that always trails behind her. The first inhale before it fades awayattaches to all her memories.Her walls are now painted in crimson and white stripes.She looks upward and heaven drips blood drops.She looks downward. Hell’s crimson river flows.The accusing arrows have her eyes as points. […]

  • Devil’s Marbles

    Devil’s Marbles

    Karlu Karlu “Round Boulders” the Warumungu people say it,becomes “Devil’s Marbles” when the Aussie folks pray it. Millions of years these stones crack balancing earth-sky in their stack.

  • Why She Only Wears Louboutins

    Why She Only Wears Louboutins

    Goat skin, satin in a silk embrace, red soles sexy as the devil’s smile, requiring  adjustments of posture for the right walk.

  • The Squirrel Holds Tight the Acorn

    The Squirrel Holds Tight the Acorn

    When I looked again, the squirrel with the acorn was gone, perhaps vanishing behind the trees.Minutes later, I noticed her gray shadow.She moved to me then ran the other way.In her fright, she did not notice the car, and the car did not notice her. For the driver, the squish could of have been another […]

  • Putting Marbles Away

    Putting Marbles Away

    Oh, I wish I could hear the sound of marblesbut my world exists in silence and sight. So I watch my Grandkids collide and scatterthem on the old wooden floorboards.When I put them in their jar, I delight in their smoothness and coolness.They form layers of iridescent swirls, rainbows that light up my worn world.

  • Cup of Light

    Cup of Light

    I watch the light filter through the sky, touch the grass. It moves thru the window forming a yellow light in the glass on the table. Barely glimpsed, it moves again, almost touching the room where you are dying.

  • Fragile Fleeting Light

    Fragile Fleeting Light

    It’s the weak light that remains in memory— the fragile fleeting light that stays an ephemeral moment behind gray storm clouds, rosy dawns, rainbows, streaking like a meteor— and is gone…

  • Raise the Red Lantern, Take Down the Blue Lantern

    Raise the Red Lantern, Take Down the Blue Lantern

    The wooden shutters must be flung opento scatter the doves on the ledge to the sky.Hang up that red lantern long reserved for all.Put it in the brightest spot to release the most joy.Take down that old blue lantern put up on the eaveswhen Mǔqīn (Mother) flower began to wilt in winter. for today, she […]

  • Reflecting on Where She’s Going

    Reflecting on Where She’s Going

    She thinks of Questions of Travel,caught in her green box of reflection.More of the gold palms of a Sydney Beachor again to Sri Lanka to see her mother?Her work, just like her past, is a neat stackof books, in earth and ocean tones.She must turn her back to being Down in the City, The Lost […]

  • Rain

    Rain

    The rain creates its own ballet starting with a lone figure  holding an umbrella in the fog splashing teardrops with her feet . . .

  • The Bridge

    The Bridge

    The bridge hides its sorrows.The daylight dilutes the fear of falling.Underneath the river flows,no one seeing its blackness,nor the mixing and depositing of everything that has cried.

  • A Not So Beautiful List of Beautiful Things

    A Not So Beautiful List of Beautiful Things

    Nothing is more beautiful than beauty that is gone:the unknown side effect that leaves blue stitches in the cheekthe moment that Marilyn Monroe stops playing the dumb blondeto Dougherty, DiMaggio, Miller andallows her beauty mark to be memory,roses wilting in the sunand melting in the snow,the purple flash among the green that leaves sun spots […]

  • Kekkon hirōen no shashin (the wedding party photo)

    Kekkon hirōen no shashin (the wedding party photo)

    Hahaoya: The red Camilla/ living the noble death of love/ amongst daughter’s sky. Chōjo: Red spider lily/ lives in the web of neglect/ to eat butterfly. Ichibanshita no musume: A chrysanthemum/ blooms amongst all the flowers/ that have turned black.Hanayome: The cherry blossom/ hopes her short bloom will not wilt/ in the red string’s cutting.Japanese […]

  • He Creates the Sax for Her

    He Creates the Sax for Her

    She brings his instrument all together: a reedy tongue golden viper that fits his fingers. She is his night. And she dances for him, caressing him until the night is jazz and he is jazz— his only music.

  • Golden Lanterns

    Golden Lanterns

    Golden lanterns created  under fluorescent lights  are manufactured solely for this lucky night-   the twelfth day, the first month of Buddha’s delight- to escape tungsten binds and be decaying satellites.

  • She Supposes

    She Supposes

    She supposes a life beyond this wooden bench,this windswept summer day, this clear blue bay with fur seals mewling on the distant rocks.What will her husband, father, kids do if she dies? Nearby, a boy and girl are playing in the sandy grass.Just watching, a father and son, on another bench,we’re talking sports, memories of […]

  • Fathers and Friends

    Fathers and Friends

    He cradled her from birth, first steps.And he carried her to death, last steps.One was once her father. The other was her life mate.After her funeral , on this bench,they talked and commiserated.Ever since, their bench talks grew tomore kids, sports, small memories of her. This poem has a mirror poem- She Supposes. https://themoyaview.com/2023/01/20/she-supposes/

  • Walking the Dead Beach

    Walking the Dead Beach

    1The beach evaporates into the clouds and on sandsbeyond hourglasses, I walk—under a dry and empty sky,a blue that doesn’t exist, a white that has died inside.The dark and light hereare not things. The beach is a negative of souls. I try to imagine a life before the dry,perhaps a lover,someone besides me,to sleep in […]

  • Walking the Living Beach

    Walking the Living Beach

    Past:The sea foam grants me gifts of pink, blue, green:a man-o-war, a mermaid’s purse,brine shrimp,sea lettuce. With each step, I feel my feet uncover and burythe beach’s cycle,the grit and stingof warm sand caressing my soles.I wish to stay to watch the purple evening come,long enough to witness the loggerhead turtlebury its eggs in the […]

  • Green Elf Children

    Green Elf Children

    Little green elf childrenwith rings on their fingers and bells on their toeswill, if you let them,follow you wherever you go.Through the wild maze of lifethey will lead you to and fro,if that is where your heart desires goes and grows,or the simple life of man, if no. “But, what if I want to go […]

  • Dust Devil

    Dust Devil

    It rose from the dead and sand, a  thick yellow-gray gale full of  the stink of alkali and tumbleweeds, a demon  following the road.

  • The Crying Old Woman on the Bank

    The Crying Old Woman on the Bank

    An old woman in a Mantilla carries hernew sorrows. She wanders lost—knowing not enough Englishto understand and answer questionsShe needs to sell the familia silver to recover her drowned hijo from the river,but she is sunset to everyone she pleas to.

  • Their Feather Dance

    Their Feather Dance

    When she danced he knew his hope was a feathered thing.In the moonlight, she shone,a blue smooth watery rippleof ostrich wings that made her seem his Cleopatra in bas-relief.She raised her hand to the sky and up high, six feathers flew up.And just as quickly returned toearth a billow of floating down.His twi-night met her […]

  • To Know Guernica Is to Fall

    To Know Guernica Is to Fall

      He saw Guernica in front of him and knew what falling was in all  its gray grace and white horror.   “Jesus, how they huddle together  like close trees in a savage wind,” he thought, noticing his phlegm falling into the acid of his stomach.   By the time he left the museum dusk […]

  • The Cosmic Princess and the Frozen Peas

    The Cosmic Princess and the Frozen Peas

    The ginger cosmic princess slept on ten rainbow bright beds.Under the one for seventh heaven,just under all the amethyst haze a pea stung her into faux dismay.She felt her back and knew this malaise was a diamond in hidden displayjust needing frozen peas to allay.

  • Full Moon Prayer

    Full Moon Prayer

    The full moon veiled the ramshackle barn in the embrace of its shadow- a prayer for animals gone.

  • The Boat Awaits

    The Boat Awaits

    Silent boats await to take us all to distant shores.

  • Just One Rose Is Enough for Love to Bloom

    Just One Rose Is Enough for Love to Bloom

    A lonely rose in a bottle on a hill- first gift from Beasts to Beauties.

  • A Crush of Light All Around Them

    A Crush of Light All Around Them

    A crush of light all around churned the still waves into cumulonimbus clouds.  Behind them, the grass withered to molten gold.   In front, the sun exploded to a yellow mushroom, hiding all the green in between from their fearful eyes.  in these  moments, they knew their life  together was over.

  • Playing the Piano on Her Last Day

    Playing the Piano on Her Last Day

    The fingers can’t strike the black and white keyswith the precision and grace of her youth,but today this last song, would be sweeter.“If this be all that is left of what I wasI will rejoice in all the good breezes I blew across these strings and keys.”

  • Ark

    Ark

    Two by two they all came into the ark, shut the door.  The rains came. Forty days God stood on their roof.

  • Ulysses Plea to His Crew

    Ulysses Plea to His Crew

    Sail with me, into the the siren song, swell. Let us hear life’s perilous sweetness unroped, knowing what will wholly happen when its sound kisses our thirsty and wanting lips.Go to this Wikipedia page regarding the background story of Ulysses and the Sirens;https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Sirens_and_Ulysses

  • Mermaids

    Mermaids

    There they where at sundown, half women and half fish, shifting in  time and air, sunning themselves in slow light where lilies and leeches tangled beyond all their casting nets.

  • My Happiness Is Defined in You

    My Happiness Is Defined in You

    To see what I see as beautiful. and not ever hide your little joys, knowing the sun rises, stars don’t fall, and all our Chinese meals are poems.

  • Aquarium

    Aquarium

    Contained in this glass world that is of the sea, but not it, fish swim blindly from end to end,kissing the blue bottled fog.

  • Caress

    Caress

    She stops her motorcycle and takes in the beach grass blooming all around her.She once saw her life in a dirty puddleand the black tenements blocking all light.Now, for the first time she sees a horizon.In the breeze she feels her mother cupping her face in her palms telling her everything will be alright.

  • Times Square, January 1st, 3am

    Times Square, January 1st, 3am

    The old year has dissolved into the next.The dropped ball has been dismantled. The ghosts of life have left their white tracks.The Square in breathes in white abandon.At first light, after the exhale, the feet and faces will return in bewilderment seeking what they thought was impossibly lost in the night crush.

  • Secret of the Queens

    Secret of the Queens

    The Queen of Sheba knew that power was not in the prides of men one keeps but in the pride one has.

  • Taking a Train Ride

    Taking a Train Ride

    An old fashion steam train ride together is the only good way fathers know their young sons and sons their old fathers.

  • Death and the Maiden

    Death and the Maiden

    She gathered lilies to her— Held them to the Lord of Sky until she fell away and he granted her eternal night.

  • Pedestrian

    Pedestrian

    The broken man emerges from the subway. The metallic vapors of manhole covers penetrate his chest. So many insignificant defeats, disappointments, broken and hidden hopes trail him— ones that keep him awake all night. Exhaustion keeps him downcast, unaware of a horizon. From corners, blind alleys leading in and out of hell emerge the others […]

  • Driving the Night Road

    Driving the Night Road

    Headlights slip over the asphaltgoing from grief to grief as the road ghosts rise.Like us, they are lonelyseeking lost dreams as the road goes on, forgetting us.

  • Jigsaw Puzzle

    Jigsaw Puzzle

    Slowly the pieces come together,the edges of paradise first:grapes, golden flowers, oranges floatingin a cerulean sky forming sleeves of clouds, skirt, top until the goddess is revealed.

  • Black Dress

    Black Dress

    When she wears the black dress against herself and sees her every reflection in the mirror she knows it will fit her better than even her mother ever wore it.

  • Magnolias

    Magnolias

    The Japanese Magnolias lean into the cicadas chirr,into the every shadows of the day,before returning back to the very open airthey keep to themselves before they die.

  • All the Peacock Is, Is But a Jest

    All the Peacock Is, Is But a Jest

    To hear the peacock’s shrill is to know that all beauty is a jest.(It is easy for eyes to deny the truth the ears hear.)Look closer, all those eyes are really iridescent stormsor blue-green cometsrushing to a solar collision.A light halo of black makes themind see only beautiful eyes.The peacock spreads its tail to keep […]

  • The Bottle All Around Her

    The Bottle All Around Her

    Her life now is a message in a bottle. She sails anywhere, somewhere, nowhere,it doesn’t make a difference . She’ll never break free of the glass all around her.She will remain anchored to past lovers. Her thoughts will never get pass her memories of them. Their gaunt faces will pull her back, warning sirens lost […]

  • Thomas Mann Watches Venice Fade Away

    Thomas Mann Watches Venice Fade Away

    The green city decaysinto beauty—the stone lions facing the sea,the gondolier’s drift, the Five Domes beseeching the immigrantstars.

  • Love’s Kiss Is a Parisian Night

    Love’s Kiss Is a Parisian Night

    Love’s kiss—a Parisian nightatop the Eiffel Tower. The world below—boxed macarons on a blue boulevard. All lovers- Louvre exhibits knowing only Giaconda smilesbefore la petite mort.

  • The Musician

    The Musician

    Inner torment plays his face. He prays that the music will come when he strums the guitar’s strings. The sun plays on his hands, serenades his face,whispers the sounds.

  • The Fairground Closes for the Night

    The Fairground Closes for the Night

    The whirligigs above will stop,fold and rest their metal wingsfor the night.The cars and those in them will not collide.Gravity returns, granting peace and stillness from the movements of the day. The weary attendants will slump their shoulders,sighing in relief.So too, will the teddy bear in the claw machine once the current shuts off. Bullets […]

  • The Candy Coated Giraffe Who Did What He Pleased: A Child’s Poem

    The Candy Coated Giraffe Who Did What He Pleased: A Child’s Poem

    The candy coated giraffe who did what he pleased one day suddenly got his long neck caught in a tree. “Please, please! Help me! I can’t get free!, “he pleas to all the wondrous animals floating in the breeze. Try as they must, they could not help him very much. Chirp, chirp, chirp they fuss, […]

  • New Year’s Eve Comes and Goes

    New Year’s Eve Comes and Goes

    A friend I’ve know for but a year came a knock, knock, knocking at my door.He was cold and thin, and even though he wanted in, I did not open the door.He was once such a grand delight but now he was so so such a bore. Knock, knock, knock, his knuckles rappedagain, again. I […]

  • At the Barbershop

    At the Barbershop

    At the barbershop my hair sings The Ballad of Long Locks “Cut it off. I’m done with it. It gets in my way.” Thus, I’m kept alive with regular haircuts.

  • The Bench

    The Bench

    When the oak fell in the stormhe carved a bench for her.He placed it in the best grove shade asa reminder the bench once bloomed.Still, rays of light split through the leavesand the bench, even in winter, was warm.Here she knew fully his silent love for her,even after he fallen silent, buried nearby.Eventually, it became […]

  • Walking the Beach With My Wife and Dog

    Walking the Beach With My Wife and Dog

    This beach walk like all the others will be erased soon,but for nowthere is a line or two for us.

  • Childhood 3: Riding Dark Horses Bareback and Barefoot

    Childhood 3: Riding Dark Horses Bareback and Barefoot

    The boy wants a horse.The dad gets him a horse—a bronco he was told which use to be a thoroughbred,a black wind of a creaturewho barely tolerates the old, cracked saddlefrom the dad’s jockey days.It takes two track hands to hold the reins, to keep the stallion stillwhen the dad addresses him . In the […]

  • Childhood 2: Creating Wonder

    Childhood 2: Creating Wonder

    Only a child believes that a jar of released fireflies will become stars.That the calico teddy bear watchingthe still lake with you knows every creature in the 100 acre woodsThat the too big straw hatwill never blow off your headwhen running through a field of lilacs.That the biggest fish ever caughtis the blue origami one […]

  • Childhood 1: Visiting the Land of Make Believe

    Childhood 1: Visiting the Land of Make Believe

    This is not a true story but the expression of a wish of a poor Bronx girlon Christmas Day. There were Christmas gifts but they flew out the windowin a drunken father’s rage.There was a menagerie setwith a Jesus in a manger,cows, sheep, pig, donkeys,two collies, a pony and a camel,but all was shatteredto pieces, […]

  • Missing Prayer for an Abandoned Sacred Place

    Missing Prayer for an Abandoned Sacred Place

    The brown wagon that took the children to the jubilee leans wheel-less against the old chapel walls.Weeds striving for the light arise from the black moldy nave from narthex to transept. The hymnals in the rotting pewsgrieve a living and active voice,the echoes of services preached.There is a sheet over the pulpit,a shattered virgin in […]

  • The King’s Rumination

    The King’s Rumination

    Befuddled with thought the king sought the oracle. “Count the sands, calculate the seas,” she said. Of the king’s future,she spoke nothing. Henceforth, he contented only in his nightmares.

  • Snow Chapel

    Snow Chapel

    The world exists to remind us to see: the snow chapel in all its brightness— soul’s landscape asleep, forgotten, until bells remembering.

  • Our Pets Know His Light

    Our Pets Know His Light

    The cat and the dog sitting in the snow, admire an amazing singular heavenly glow.Together they form the world’s great halo.

  • The Village

    The Village

    Flake by flake the snow came The village was already asleep. Lights were twinkling softly bathingall in the Lord’s heavenly peace.

  • Mirror, Mirror

    Mirror, Mirror

    The light Light the in the mirror mirror in the casts its casts it light lights, on the light not the light that has been that’s been cast away, cast away, that reverse reverse that to what is which is too real. real.The looking glass proclaims only the life that is in its light. Life […]

  • Riding Home: A two version poem

    Riding Home: A two version poem

    First version:The mare bears me home in that graceful stride that makes me feel better than I am, not broken, small, but whole. Second version:out of the earth come the cowboy and mareflawed and aching and wronged but well and glad to be riding home Let me know in the comments which version of Riding […]

  • Dancer in the Mirrors

    Dancer in the Mirrors

    In the spinning mirrorsthe dance is hers. She leans a little more,to the glow.The balancing pointonly she sees.

  • The Water Calls  Us Down

    The Water Calls Us Down

    The water call us down.She names us and we call her ours. Down we goand we sleep.Awakenedwe remember- that blue pool-the one with no bottom.

  • The Rainforest Lives With Our Ghosts

    The Rainforest Lives With Our Ghosts

    It sings of falling water, until the roadcuts a scar. Its earthlives with our ghosts.Trees must bear our names.

  • Sad Geisha with Parasol

    Sad Geisha with Parasol

    Parasol blossoms float to her porcelain skin caressing her thoughts Ebony tresses cover the tears salting scar red left behind The sun is hidden the samurai is silent under bed

  • New York Skyline

    New York Skyline

    In the mist, black granite, linked scales melt away. From afar, the tinkle of a music box is heard. The street pleads a prayer to broken sky. New York awakens.

  • The Farm

    The Farm

    Crops suck rain from the sky, swallow the smoldering  sun. The land absorbs all in waves of gold. The morning rooster crow recycles.  The farm is as it should be.

  • Still Life With Peaches

    Still Life With Peaches

    They had evolved to be split midway by thumbs, juice pooling to lifelines in cupped hands a sacrifice to be sniffed, tasted— sweetness cursed, the lustful last bite of life.

  • Dogs Bearing Gifts

    Dogs Bearing Gifts

    No greater love a dog has for youthan to return all your holiday shoeson Xmas day so so thoroughly chewed.

  • From the Manger the Child Gazed

    From the Manger the Child Gazed

    Above the sky in the Bethlehem dark the Father noticed the child in the manger gazing up at his Father’s greatest creation.

  • Ivy for Holly (a children’s poem)

    Ivy for Holly (a children’s poem)

    Ivy for Holly,Michael and you.Garland for Grandma,a sprig for Santa with cookies two. All God’s blessing for world renewed.

  • The Holly Grows Green (a children’s poem after Shakespeare)

    The Holly Grows Green (a children’s poem after Shakespeare)

    The holly grows evergreen.The ivy does too.Through long winter’s blast they blossom holy and truelike God’s love for you.

  • Going Up the Stairs She Heard

    Going Up the Stairs She Heard

    She heard her children going slowly up the stairs of the old grand house draped in linen solitude. On the peacock treadsthey chanted discoveries,whispered mysteries she intimately knew.

  • Mask

    Mask

    The soul’s happinessis uncovered when the beautiful white death maskslips off the face.

  • Chop Suey

    Chop Suey

    (Ekphrasis on the Edward Hopper painting.)In the white tablespace between themshe thinks only of theodds and ends danglinginside. The hissing tea kettlehushes the words in front, the love chatbehind.Note: choppy suey comes from the Chinese tsap sui for “odds and ends”.

  • The Green Gown

    The Green Gown

    The green gown rippled downin the breath and shadow of the willow branch, invisible noon and nightto all searching ships.

  • The Last Tree

    The Last Tree

    The last tree sheds its leavesin the barren dry knowing the breezewill breathe its revival.

  • Sheltered, I Am Now

    Sheltered, I Am Now

    No terror seedsin my soul. The gentledust of my mother remainsall around me. Her old comfortssnuggle away any regretsuntil our heavens meet. Not soon,but soon enough I will remain with you.Why will I decay in the crypt when only smoke can rise to joy?That cloudy mass that rises from burning,burns tears beyond the wear of […]

  • The Singing Honeyeater

    The Singing Honeyeater

    The Singing Honeyeater fell following the shadow of my hand on the wall.Right wing coveringits breast, it fellin full song.In a splash of last rain,the shadow of my handit knew was not sky, it fell.And,in the speckled evaporation of a mute sky, its last notes fell forever inside me.

  • Nourishment

    Nourishment

    The buried placenta knows not the suffering of the womb,only that it once nourished.

  • A Short History of ”The Troubles”

    A Short History of ”The Troubles”

    Jack held his da’s old black revolverhigh in his hand, even with his face.His fingers barely reached the trigger.In time, it would be an easy squeeze,a proper squeeze for a proper Doherty,but for now, he would wipe its barrelacross his face like a fillum gangster.The soot of coal and Sperrin spit clung to Jack’s face, […]

  • Song for My Departed Sharma

    Song for My Departed Sharma

    You were held close to mommy’s cheston that last day full of walks, belly rubs,and lingering in the rays of perfect sunshineand us delighting in so many kisses from you.You were named to remember the good boyswho left us seven years before you came- and as your head unwillingly left mommy’s chestand yielded to gravity […]

  • Last Day

    Last Day

    She exists a clam shell folded in the middle of the bed, her bedspread forming a waterfall of somber gray tears. She hears her daughter shut the door, probably for the last time, and step into the clear, bright light all around.Yet the clam mother will remember it as a dark and overcast day. She […]

  • Walking Along the Seashore Without My Mother

    Walking Along the Seashore Without My Mother

    The old negative of her with her hair pinned backI hold up to the horizon and see it fade into the waves.It was the one taken through the filtered window of her black car,her face half in night and half in day.Behind, I hear the echo of the sand cave.In front, the roar of swirl […]

  • Lifeblood

    Lifeblood

    The new blood runs over the old scars on her wrist,the unforgiving crucifix held tight in her palmwhile the unwrapped fish stinks on the table.

  • Phorcys Claims Medusa for the Sea.

    Phorcys Claims Medusa for the Sea.

    Medusa’s soma falls into the Aegean,almost into the fatherly arms of Phorcys,almost close to the sobs of her sister gorgons,their monstrous grief now deformed into the cursed shriekthat is human terror, that is the horror ofall human existence.Her soma’s splash releases a thousand stars upward to the moon.Perseus looks awaylest the Ohia viper curlsheld high […]

  • The Road to the Sea

    The Road to the Sea

    When I was a young boy my mother drove us in a white Plymouth to a road that ended even with the sea. The last tenth mile was paved seashells mortared with beach stones, the low shoulders no higher than my ankles- the carapaces of turtles, crabs, lobsters boiled and eaten over a century. She […]

  • Mirror Images

    Mirror Images

    Today, in the car, you see the moving imagethat always traveled with youand was really always with you. Do you squint beyond the image of yourself reflecting back to you in the glass to see the church beyond?or do you concentrate on just the road ahead and the cars in front?But now you noticethrough the […]

  • The Slaughter

    The Slaughter

    After 5 years Fatima hugs her sister Almaunder a gray sky.The wind whips Fatima’s kerchief backforming a mask that matches Alma’s dull stare into the browning field all around.Alma feels only the roughness of the green blanketwrapping itself around her,sees the small farm in the distancewith farmhandsloading cattle into the slaughter carand remembers the heifer’s […]

  • City Noir

    City Noir

    The caged birds of unrealized dreamshang heavy from steel and glass skiesstooping the walk of pedestrians.They think it’s a heavy rain but it’s their anodized desire fracturing into a thousand feminines/masculinesin the windows all around them.Their noir has orange hair sirens with Klint faces blowing gray smoke, or the Private Dick who lives on past […]

  • Riding the Bus at Night

    Riding the Bus at Night

    The night bus cradles the weary and those waiting for the dayonly those who know the city’s cocoon can appreciate the hustle and ritualof its morning butterflies orthe way speed blurs tenement lightsinto a stained glass display—diffused halos of red and green,blue and yellow.To ride the night busdemands you living with the shadowsmovingwith you,behind you,staring […]

  • Christina’s World Knows the Ocean

    Christina’s World Knows the Ocean

    Christina imagined the ocean beyond the withering grass, the yellow hilltop, the gray house just above her vision. On the shore she would lift herself up without the fear of falling. Her hair was swept back by the considerate breeze. Her white dress flew backwards resisting the wind’s effort to delineate her body. The tidal […]

  • Things Just Caught Up With Her

    Things Just Caught Up With Her

    It wasn’t all the popcorn, hotdogs, candy eaten in the dark that killed her.Those things just caught up with her.It wasn’t all the boxes piled highand then tumbling on her that cracked her head and made her a corpse.All that junk just caught up with her.It wasn’t all those clothes hung up on clotheslinesstrung through […]

  • Knowing the Face of the Land

    Knowing the Face of the Land

    If you wish to know who really owns the landlook at the faces the windhas carved into the mountains.

  • The Red String

    The Red String

    Her mother’s tale of the red string foretold that Miko and Makoto would be together, tied little finger to little fingerby a taut invisible blood line.What she didn’t tell her was that the line would fray, break, need to be retied over and over.In their wedding photos Makoto would stand stiff,sincere in his white suit,chrysanthemum […]