How have I escaped death this summer While I’ve been delighting in clear blue skies and purple wildflowers and crispy cold lakes And the taste of amber beer and 11o’clock pizzas and the look of short shorts… You’ve been walking along lantern-lit streets And talking amongst cafe goers Who speak of death and their attempts … More Walking different directions around a clock
If most are a hop, you are a skip If the brave are a jump, you are a dive. When friends say your name it rolls off their tongues with a wondrous hiss And the world around you crackles and pops. That noise becomes the wind racing downstream– Flirting with the waves and the clouds … More “Alyson”
There’s something about the corners of her mouth that seem to sag like a sack of rice Grabbed in the middle so the grains shift their weight down and to each side. Her eyes do it too…Maybe that’s why it’s so delightful when they light up suddenly, making the whole world weightless. She is as … More Winona
The modern Hercules wears his golden mane like a cloak Etched with twelve adventures Twelve Labours under the Sun. He is not sure what the Future holds beyond these. The modern Heracles does not go by this name, In his lion’s mane nest chickadees; In his bronze palms he cups butterflies, And from his soles spring … More The modern Hercules
There’s a girl sitting over there. She’s slightly hunched, clutching her stomach and her neck is jutting out at a weird angle.Come to think of it, her portrait looks kinda like a stone turtle, long unmoving neck, heavy head and exposed tummy. She hasn’t had her period in three months but she’s a virgin. It’s … More Sara the Angsty Turtle
There’s a girl beside me
In the bus shelter outside the mall.
She has pink hair and muddied
Hiking boots and she’s gently biting at her nails. … More Outside the mall at 9:30
And stretching in the sun of her childhood, she decided that everything was going to be okay. The picture of a misty park in New Zealand that her penpal had sent her was on her mind, and she thought about how she was sitting there with the whole upper-floor palace of the large-windowed building on … More Subtly braless and listening to Sufjan Stevens
Today I see the wet brick streets And red lamppost shops Of Montreal I smell the green grass of Vancouver I taste the sweet coconut of that sticky bun You bought me from the supermarket behind the climbing gym And the tang of the blood that encircled my calf as I cried happily at the … More I remember!
It sometimes happens that when you take a walk under the stars, you can instead find yourself among them.
When I walk with you, I am reminded of all those obscure specks from the corners and coves of the globe which somehow unite to illuminate the earth from within. … More Walking with a friend, among the stars