Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

The vanity came free with the dress.

Under the guise of nature
demure little lashes slip free
their descent blends with the wind
and it carries them away, unnoticed.
New lashes grow
but what of the old hymns?
the tears that told
what of the gaze that stayed?
that instinctual hold.

It's stuck inside
poems sent by post
that the postman keeps for his wife instead.
The sides dripping sweat
meant for lovers sheets
weaves it's wet into synthetic fibers
finds the spider leg neighbors
in cold weather sweaters.
The scribbles and the heated breast
know no direction, never find rest.


One day a hand's heard knocking
eyelids slant, seem like smiling jewels
someone has rang with a package.
Someone's been following you, collecting.
Followed your hungover redness
heard your scratchy morning telephone voice.
You open the door to a box
of little black crescents you rubbed away once
but you didn't mean it.

"Where were you?"

Friday, December 11, 2009

Sunday, November 29, 2009

We took the children to Seattle a few weekends ago.
Tasja and I got new boots. Her's from The Red Light, mine from a random consignment store on Division Street. She's been wearing her boots in all kinds of boot ruining situations like jumping into wet sawdust and bike riding. She has enjoyed many compliments on her boots. I have yet to get my first but I'm hopeful and gearing up the right ensemble.

Thursday, November 19, 2009