Monthly Archives: March 2005

how shall we measure our love?
by the whiteness of a dove?
or the size of tree she rests on?
what makes the willows weep, and
is it the tears that let it live long?
much of speech is in the tongue,
but that’s not where
 […]

what chorus shall i conduct?
whose hole am i to dig?
i am the ostrich
when you seek flight
salted water
when you thirst
i am Shackleton’s carpenter,
as loyal as a snake
a caterpillar in a jar.
a river, dammed.
lips like Judas;
the appetite of a goldfish
thirty silver coins
in my back pocket
i am Saul
bringing death
yet You ask of me
to sit at your right
take watch as day
becomes night
i will do worse
worse will i do
still my weakness
it […]

your whisper.
i am not sure if i have heard it lately. you used to repeat
soft-speech to me endlessly. i may not have been
as silent as the past has held me. there,
in drifts of thought, losing fingers from the frost.
i am cold on the inside. reason finds me removing snow to find
them buried by over-crowded clouds chilled, also, absence.
wounded […]

kitten-giggle, her fingers
stuck together
sap from the pines
needles draw our path
natives can do
this invisibly
fires under clear sky
two-stick zippo
sinew and our hearts
plastic is our monument
two giggles near the lake
nothing will be the same

a cart
used
in mining
 different sediments