untitled You are the sound of water, a fountain, somewhere nearby but just out of sight, around the next corner maybe. A paved square, a plaça beneath tall trees, the dappled light of old trees outside a church where children are quiet, at prayer, heads bent to their own strange thoughts. Gaudi knew this place. The day is …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 19
Aubade from the Milkman a bowl of fresh mozzarella soft and delicate the curve of its skin dewy and rounded the bones the arch of your face so changeable firm to the touch but milky-sweet and yeilding to me This one was triggered by a ReadWritePoem newsfeed: I order dairy for a co-op; I …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 18
Lost One day past our second anniversary when the mountain tried to take you from me. A stranger at the door, using the name I still thought of as your mother's. The colour drained out of my clothes until they were as white as an avalanche. The stone weight of cold punched the windows in and …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 17
I once read (and now frequently repeat) that a writer can be defined as someone who finds it impossible to look up one word in a dictionary. So today's ReadWritePoem prompt felt especially apt: Write a poem today about a word trail. Pick a single word and play with its synonyms or mess around with its …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 16
Noah’s Daughters When he said we must cut off our hair, we said nothing. We’d already stripped the house of its timbers – the rooms' painted skins sagging inwards, membranes that swelled with the wind, the emptied lungs of some mythological beast, drowning in our heavy air. This is another one that I’ll add to the …
A Dark Feathered Art 