Tag Archives: poem
In Keeping
By the eight faces of the midnight moon, by her ninth face which is blood, and her holy reach, which is unto the depths, I conjure thee. I give thee the gift of sight, which is fire, and I give … Continue reading
New Moon
When the moon calls us, when it gets under our skin and behind our eyes, all I can think of is its bright face, the sweet high bliss of it screamsinging inside me, buried somewhere so far below it is … Continue reading
Sensing Autumn
Seasons darken and come round again to this dark time, where the candles come out, and all round are spectres of the past, of what might have been, of cold drafts and dark thoughts and an inability to get and … Continue reading
Flashes
Screechfire blankeye heartgulp runrunrunrunrunrunrun don’tlookdon’tlookAAAAAAH(looked) blissfreezejumprotoscopekickoutlashout jawbreaknecksnap hallelujahrunfree don’tlookback don’treachback don’tholdback blissedoutfallingdownscrapeknee breakwrists crumpledbirdfoldedup origamilife tenderdelicate
We Both Know
He stands there, expectant, alternately demanding and baby-bird, infuriated and frightened, and he looks to me for answers about the heart of his that he gave me for safekeeping, but I have none to give him, as I set it … Continue reading