Unimportant Verse 16
I live my life in eternal terror of the completeness of your own. I take up so little space and impinge upon it so gently, I only hope that there is space enough for a 'dear' here and a 'lovely' there. If beauty is at the edge of the...
Unimportant Verse 15
Mi glutos mian amon por vi. Mi glutos mian amon. Mi glutos mian amon por vi Kaj frandos la ekflamadon de magnezio, Gxuos la oferbucxadon, Gxojos la auxtolizadon De sekretaj cxeloj. Mi glutos mian amon por vi. Mi glutos mian amon. * *...
Liminality
A year starts not on January first. The days may hunder but the seasons speak of time's long march, of fast time, slow time. Thirst for "start" and "end" neglects the limen sleek. So, why do some unsubtle sciences forget...
The eighteenth whisker on the left is brown
The eighteenth whisker on the left is brown. I know this after countless nights awake beside you, watching every quiet breath. You puff your whiskers out on every yawn. On longer work-filled days, your whiskers wilt, ...
The Hand of God
The day began with a coyote giving a javelina a hand in setting up countless contraptions just within the edge of the forest, describing an invisible net of arcane geometries held there five feet above the ground. The coyote lugged the total station...
Unimportant Verse 11
_Yit'gadal v'yit'kadash sh'mei raba_ Would that I had the faith To pray daily. Eleven months to let you go, And an amen to end the sorrow.
Being Transgender
You get to explain gender to all of your friends -- And all of your family -- And maybe once more to be sure -- And random strangers -- And maybe, like, doctors and nurses who should probably know better; You get to explain to your partner...
Meaning & Self
There's some duality between sources of meaning, Between the types of stories we use to back identity. It's not quite good & bad or light & dark, Though I'm not yet sure just how to define it. Dad used to punish the dogs by locking then in...
There is too much fire in me
There is too much fire in me to be described by the soldering iron's tip. If I were to draw that across my flesh, it would all spill out at once. I'd melt, eaten whole by flames, and flow into a pool of molten silver. I would be borne up...
When I fall, I will remain whole
I keep hoping that, one day, I'll spring palladial from the bole of a tree. Fully formed, sexless, Conceived without desire or intent. My body will be virginal and clean, My mind fresh, my soul at ease. The tree, behind me, will stand crooked,...
Heligoland
Too many wine-dark seas need daily traversal, And here the shipping forecast calls for rain. The shipping forecast! What a load of bollocks. You can listen from start to finish And not hear a single word about how a day will feel. Or maybe...
Unimportant Verse 10
I could never tell you that you feel too much. That you feel too hard, or that your feelings overwhelm and overtake you. I could never tell you how beautiful that is. That I wish I could feel those things, that I wish I could feel that way. ...