Eel shed in the sea in deep salt water adrift on the current cellophane seafarer find your mother's shore glass-bodied wave wanderer navigate by star, by luck by taste of sweet water wet grass at night, eel road glimmer silver the bank, the waterfall, the lip gill and ripple further fish-snake, muscle-sheen witch-queen chimera kitten-mouth, needle-jaw …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 9
You could drown You could drown. You could tumble into lukewarm, greasy water, and hit your head on a frying pan and drown. Or keep slipping over when you try to stand up and back climb out. Or scrabble madly, like a spider in the bathtub when the family is away – no flies for you …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 8
untitled Down the hillside to the creek and the bellbirds singing their one mad song. A homestead gone so long all that remained were the things they'd planted. An orange tree, high laden and heavy. I remember thorns, branches grazed by cattle, and the scent of tobacco-bush. You took me down to the water, taught …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 7
Raising the Admiral Frankly, I blame the goldfish, but who else could man a fleet so far from sea? Apart from me? It came to nothing. No, to less than less than that. The Iowans were waiting, and now Nebraska’s burning. Oh farewell, farewell, the endless fields of corn, where I dreamed of ships and …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 6
untitled Setting sun, this shadow-gathered dusk in her eyes – she who taught me to read is lost. Long night after night, the words seep into pages, become river-mist, dissolve away by dawn. A broken cloud, her mind become a tangled skein of thought and blindness. She calls me by my mother’s name, asks the …
A Dark Feathered Art 