Monday, August 20, 2012


so there was this
dream i had last night
that i was lost in a labyrinth
and was trying to find you
amid a web of walls that
and because i couldn’t find
i kept palm-prints on
smooth white surfaces
which recorded them in blood
so i would not search
again and again
for you behind

the same old walls
but the palm prints disappeared
seconds after
they appeared
quickly, like the ending of dreams

so there was no ending
to my search for you
and no beginning
to my finding you.

(From Stitch Your Eyelids Shut)

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Not my words

What you will remember
long after
I have vanished
from the margins of your

life is
not my words
fragile as flowers
under a dancer’s feet

not my thoughts
that floated bubble-like
through the air
and sometimes met yours

But what you felt for me
for one moment
in time
that  intense
hot, razor-sharp

as true
and as fleeting
as a new-born’s cry.

From nothing prepares you 2007, 2012