October 2011
5 posts
brewing
Today, I thought about the first time I met you. A memory that hasn’t been siphoned out of my temporal lobe in years. If it ever has.
It was 2004. Or was it 2005? We had a mutual friend who suggested that technically we had met before. I liked you instantly. You were tall and gangly. (At least that hasn’t changed.) A bit younger than me, but sweet and mature. You complained...
The Long-Distance Relationship
I finally lit your old Dietz lantern.
Its champagne halo butterfly-kissed the ceiling.
Cotton wick like sycamore, its roots
were veined, kerosene-coursed and beating.
Our own loss-prevention.
No longer nailed to a railway car, branch-lashed or doused by rain,
it is my pharos. Like Christmas lights fleeced with snow,
gleaming smoky and unfelled.
mo'tion
Of all the nightmares I had as a child, only one has left a lasting impression on my adult self.
It goes like this: you’re running hard, trying to get away from some evil something. Your arms are pumping, your legs are bionic machines propelling you forward as your breath quickens into exhaustion. But try as you might to move fast, you’ve only put away inches. Something’s...
September 2011
1 post
Built
It’s still rotting out in the west field, streaks of ash running down the planks- gooey like war paint, sodden by late April rain. The coffee-stained moon marks the grave. You’d never know it was ablaze last October.
Just an infant scaffold of a barn then. The sawyered oak and cherry glinted in the sunlight- it’s what Christmas smells like- pine-sapped and cinnamoned.
I helped build it,...