Saturday, February 28, 2009

Friday, February 27, 2009

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Searching becomes the pattern

Or, This is for real life
Or, And then I'll tell you that story
Or, February 26th

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Than are dreamt of

Or, February 25th

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Day on her own

Or, February 24th

Monday, February 23, 2009

I don't know what that is

Or, The hand to this door
Or, February 23rd

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Scythe action

Or, February 22nd

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Madness as madness

Or, Necessary place
Or, A breath, a whisk
Or, February 21st

Friday, February 20, 2009

What, you don't like the big openness?

Or, "She's not really there for me"
Or, February 20th

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

It's all you

Or, February 18th

Sometimes I'm sure

Or, B.Y.O Subtext
Or, February 17th

Monday, February 16, 2009

You should only come

Or, Mountains are mountains
Or, February 16th

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Propose another toast

Something else is already true again

Or, A year ago, would you have known that?
Or, February 15th

Saturday, February 14, 2009

First Fig

i could devise
a myth of beforeness
of knowing and desire sitting
bare in the

I tore it open already

something in me tore it—
the same thing that walks back
to see again the wet peeled stomach
of the fawn beside the trail

tore it
then laid it
somewhat sorry in a 
white reflecting bowl

doubling back to the ruptured dead
its branchlike elbows
there is a way to hold your tongue

not to taste

but in my kitchen
the two halves in the bowl
give up their secret
smelling of wet stone
sing me a short song of
sucking the marrow out

don't doubt that what holds
us together like a
raindrop's skin
to be
black crepe
and cling to the teeth

A Guide to Recognizing Time

Love is chemicals

…is the name of a band.  I first became aware of them last week, so I shouldn't really be using their name as the title of the day.  But it's Valentine's Day, and I feel like reaffirming for myself the chemical aspect of what we call love, not to undermine or call into question love's spiritual element, or, for that matter, the fact that love seems to be the Whole Deal and then some.  But just to lighten the mood, and for the sake of remembering that damnable (sometimes) and blessed reality— that mind, body and spirit are one. 

And then, because it touched me so when I received it this morning in a Valentine card from my cousin Lindsay, two cents from Thoreau:

"There is no remedy for love but to love more."

Or, February 14th

Even closer than your hands and feet

Or, February 13th

Thursday, February 12, 2009

But the brazen wing

Or, It's got all these things that I can feel
Or, February 12th

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Monday, February 9, 2009

Its own hands and feet

Or, We are, and we are not
Or, Having new eyes
Or, February 9th

Sunday, February 8, 2009

It makes you

Or, February 8th

You're taking a rest

Or. February 7th

Friday, February 6, 2009

Anybody's hopes up

Or, What's in it?
Or, February 6th

Such a tiny window

Or, Unlike most
Or, February 5th

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Monday, February 2, 2009

It comes from you

Or, February 2nd

Sunday, February 1, 2009