day 27: in the style of "J Alfred Prufrock"

Love song for the Michelangelo Women

Let us go, you and I
Where the sea meets the horizon
String the sails up with thick ropes of our hopes
And whisper "I love you" until our half-audible breaths move the wind

Let us go o'er waters dark, unsettled
Let us sail to test our mettle,
Between years of longing, unspoken desires
Sleepless nights and dancing until the sunlight

Do not question this simple thing we have:
Call it love and feed it table scraps and hope it survives our dangerous voyage

Let us go you and I
We can build our boat of fallen trees and swift heartbeats and the memory of our first kiss
Every morning we could wash our ship clean with salt water tears and sunrise
And between us we pray ourselves afloat.
Three "Hail Marys" and never a "Land Ho"

I dare you to run down the streets, my heart in your throat and my name in your mouth
I dare you to meet me at the shipyard
I dare you to take a bite of the juiciest peach you can find, let the juice drip with abandon down your chin, your hand, your wrists, your living chest
I dare you to climb aboard the boat
I dare you to taste the salt air, to take the living wind into your mouth and
Taste
With your red tongue
The sea.

Come with me to circle this earth
Rich and fat with our love
Come with me
Disturb the universe!

day 28: Gratitude poem

The King is Dead

Dethrone the turkey
From his smug place at the center of the thanksgiving table
His crispy skin
Crinkling under our forks.
Eat the rich

day 26

Acts of service 

For erryn

I would love to wrap myself in a blanket carefully woven from your kind words.

I would put your laugh on my lips like chapstick to soothe the sting.

I would stitch your smile into the elbows of my jacket to patch the wear.

In return I would give you a smoulder to keep you warm through the night.

I would give you a cool quip to soothe your headaches.

I would give you the syncopated rhythm of my heartbeat every time you say my name.

Day 25: Toothache

Body series 15

Toothache: a pain in my brain
Soreness resting in my gums
My jawbone sits alone
Mourning its faulty child.

Day 24: Mountains

Body series 14:

Stone grows out of the earth.
Reaching for the sky.
Fighting against wind and water.

These mountains are old
Not old like the lady who sits next to you Wednesdays at the bus stop
But you think the lines in her face have a kinship
To the arches and dips of the hard rock.

These mountains are old like
Language. Old like song. These mountains remember
Their first love. They remember the curve
Of her back against their creamy white sheets.
They remember her curling hair tumbling down her spine.

These mountains grow trees:
Hemlocks and families of beeches, and bushes:
Blueberry and mountain laurels.
Home to chickadee and nuthatch in the winter
Bluebird and phoebe in the summertime.

These mountains are growing
New and jagged
Raw earth, bit by bit,
Exposing itself to the sunshine,

Not growing like like a child
But you could imagine the shifting of
Massive plates of earth might feel like growing pains
You could imagine the mountains reaching for the sky.

Day 22: Gaurded

Body Series 13:

Vines winding up garden walls
Bitting into hard stone.
Biding their time
Knowing triumph is inevitable.

Day 21: Something that ended too soon

So Says Jack

Beanstalks in the sky...
You want to climb up to the clouds and
Get lost in the frozen haze of water
But you're awfully loud
Tiptoeing through the water world in the sky
Melting the frozen peace
Shattering the order
The beanstalk can't hold
And before you know it you're
Falling from heaven