Friday, May 22, 2009

The days have been rough around the ledges. Back legs are scratching the itch that might not go away. I'm leaking like a sieve. 'I'm crawling here'. The rickety chair is back. I'm standing up on the edge of its back. And it's being shaken. Just when I had gotten that thing stable. I still think I can reach that lightbulb, though. I can change this.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Saturday, May 2, 2009

In the dream
There's a pain in the heart of my chest.
A terrible tearing.
I lift my shirt and look:
Pressed tightly over my heart just under my skin is a sparrow.
Clawing and clawing to get out.
I use my fingers and scratch from the other side.
My skin tears open.
A flock of sparrows releasing into the air as I begin to weep.
It is beautiful. Painful. And alive with love.

Pit Heart

We've seen these winds before.
They'd be out of season; except that they have no season.
They cloud the golden light that IS
The truth.