October 2008
8 posts
This Pose Can be Held for Only so Long--Caroline
Some statues go missing pieces at a time and we are left with imagined limbs. I will not apologize for your toothbrush left next to mine, or for using it.
Hear - Stephanie
Now the quiet grows in the shape of people. The touch goes unappreciated. The touched leaves with out exchanging good-byes. Here: the absence of scent. Maybe flowers, maybe dirt. The city dulled my senses, but a bird lifts, becomes a dot, and I notice. A dog runs free. His ears move as if to join the bird. Now the bird is gone but the dog remains. There is winter and then spring. The mourner...
The Days Leading to It - Stephanie
Wednesday 1. A tile sticks to my foot and comes loose. 2. An escape. Sit ear to ear, pressed. 3. The kitchen smells like bacon. Again? Yes, again. 4. A hole in the blanket. Still more feathers in the morning. 5. A hole being dug in the yard. 6. The heat anticipates rain. The rain never comes. 7. I peel an orange with a plastic spoon. 8. From the roof: Manhattan. 9. From all sides the world appears...
Precipitation and a Man Can Fall from Any Angle...
Mine were the first footsteps in the snow. Your stone legs bent, your hands on waist. There was no head, only your body climbing out of the frame. Like the view, memory cuts out and is a little leaning to the left. Somewhere in the world it is summer, spoke through bare tree branches. Somewhere in the world it is night and somewhere— As a species we have little instinct left. Feel the ground...
