Abandon

Abandon for Svetka “The torment of cautiousness often exceeds the dangers to be avoided. It is sometimes better to abandon one’s self to destiny.”                                                                                                                                     — Napolean Bonapart “Для любой путь, который вы выбрали, есть другой, отказываться от.”                                                                           — Anna Borisova Bakunin   Together we unhook the stars from the sky and throw…

Lovers in a Red Sky

Only love interests me, and I am only in contact with things that revolve around love. Marc Chagall. for Linnea And when they discover what we have done. what will they think of us? Will they know how much you love me? How your hand thrust itself into this tangle- d, heaped up heart of…

Sepulveda

I would have you hold me again, but I am frightened. The water fills the shower ankle deep When I was small I swore it was possible to go down the drain. Nothing she said could convince me otherwise.  She was wrong. I  need to move away from here. My dog has become anxious There…

I Love You Most On Mondays

  for Linnea How I love you, love you and your 47 shades, like all the different words for love. How I love you tangled in the lengthening day, or raging with life into the void or with your head hidden under the covers because there is too much night to bear. I love you…

Review of I Will Draw Two Ravens

Here is a review from What Is Poetry Now a new blog on poetry written by Joe Ivory Mattingly. Please check out what Joe is doing and see the review of the Ravens video. Chris Leibow “I Will Draw Two Ravens” Jun 20th As Kundera wrote, “When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to…

The Cypress

  Oh to be a cypress overlooking the sea, midway a crumbling cliff  of rock laughter and slow time – solitary except for you, my love. you will be the wind rushing me, thrashing me with rain and sea mist and salt and I will be pliable for you. My arms will turn in a…

Her Breast are Perfect

Originally published in Interim 2009     On the left, I write an epic and on the curve of the right; a haiku. On her belly I build a city whose streets teem with peacocks, their thousand eyes watch over her. Between her legs I make a bed, I build a subway; I build a…

I concede myself to you

  Audio of the Poem I concede myself to you and to the cult of your two hands and your two lips, of your cruel hips and the constellations between them — those rough stars of never forgetting and the always longing for the taste of your body. My twilight dreams of loving you, I…

The Origin of Sighs

Why do you sigh, love? She asks. Because I thought I had misplaced my home on an outbound train. “Sometimes it is good to be wrong.” Because the letter you have written, though written in the language of beating wings Hasn’t told me anything. a little later under a yellow buzzing street light Why do…

The Invention of Joy

What day was it
that God created
bird song?

And on that day did
the throats of the first
birds who sang, bleed

just a little bit?