The end of a rope falls closely to my face whenever I wake up too early. and for those nights i can’t sleep, it’s bread and milk and the forming of words I was the best man in a wedding where the groom was given an IOU for a collie, and never heard from the [...]
By Able | December 18, 2005
A squeezed orange colored the sky.Vinyl scratches. The scent of evergreen fading to exhaust pipe, the one tied up by a wire hanger. I bought my first car at 19. Thursday evenings at YJ’s for Pad Tai, followed by a walk around the four corners of Westport. Portland by my side. Scales of a piano, [...]
By Able | December 18, 2005
I opened a door Lit a candle on the third match Shuffled my way through caution and boxes of summer clothes Each day I hold hands with insecurity Like a tarp stretched between two buildings My candle casting blue shadows on places I might have gone, blessings I could have spoken I find laughter at [...]
By Able | November 21, 2005
persons of an imaginary tale lately seen in the flesh recognized between the elm-tree and the stream with a gleam of yesterday gone away no more narrative not even truth inwardly say more if wished to say more it was enough bridge-water and image a white rippling blur
By Able | November 20, 2005
destroyed domestic birds yesterday while meantime ponders its options
By Able | November 20, 2005
the willow whispered its secrets to the rose bush “it is not that i do not wish to be pure i like the sky, but i have eaten dirt all of my life; what will Heaven have of me?”
By Able | November 20, 2005
dip a japanese brush in blue India ink from behind your back you have written you history
By Able | October 27, 2005
i closed my eyes and spit seeds to find roots in broken soil but my blindness turned the sun to shadow my indifference earthworms have found their way as angels thunder dimension
By Able | September 29, 2005
writing everything in few words or less
By Able | September 28, 2005
this morning was warmed by a basket of sunrise we unwrapped the shades made tea in the shadows of plants, hands raised