Tag: poetry

If you’re reading this…Congratulations, you’re alive.If that’s not something to smile about,then I don’t know what is....

My wife with the hair of a wood fireWith the thoughts of heat lightningWith the waist of an hourglassWith the waist of an otter in the teeth of a tigerMy wife with the lips of a cockade and of a bunch...

she lived with hurricane eyes and fell in love with the way the waves collapsed against her cheeks....

There’s two kinds of women–those you write poems about and those you don’t....

Were knowledge all, what were our needTo thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?...

By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness...

No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still exuberantly budding,our animal passion rooted in the city....

Love is a game of tic-tac-toe,constantly waitingfor the next x or o....

I believein love at first sightbut I will always believe that the peoplewe lovewe have loved before.Many, many, many times beforeand when we stumblethrough grace and circumstance and that brilliant illusion of choiceto finally meet them again, we feel it fastereach...

The Quiet WorldIn an effort to get people to lookinto each other’s eyes more,and also to appease the mutes,the government has decidedto allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day.When the phone rings, I put it to my...