She was a moth Her wings yellow like the unwitting rain boot that crushed her body but softer: dust. Centered in my palm her buttercup breadth fans from the flesh between forefinger and thumb out past the pad beneath pinkie. Wings beat softly erratically from the impact. Beneath fine banana powder, they are transparent skin-glass. She was [...]
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She was a moth
Posted in Poems and the Like, Sporchids, tagged Death, Nature, Soft things on July 14, 2010 | 4 Comments »
Like Surf
Posted in Poems and the Like, Sporchids, tagged Soft things on April 12, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Today I observed my stepfather use the incorrect form of “too” and the pen in the dry-cleaner lady’s waxy fingers form soft, curled letters like surf and the first flowers peek up through what we let flutter from our hands to earth.
Today, a poem:
Posted in Poems and the Like, Sporchids on February 2, 2010 | 2 Comments »
Today I want to smear the world with beauty Stain each face Slam and mash and knead my heart into the flesh of existence and Fuck life with the fist of pretty. I want to offer this whole damn planet to the swollen mouth of sublime, so that it may polish its teeth on the rinds of our [...]
Growing Up
Posted in Poems and the Like, Sporchids, tagged Love on June 29, 2009 | 2 Comments »
You: the toy I held longer before returning to the s(h)elf.
A Fall
Posted in Poems and the Like, Sporchids, tagged Crumpled Petals on March 19, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Borne by the cloth wings of Whispers We arrive at last: The Secret Lilac Burial Grounds
(Untitled)
Posted in Poems and the Like, Sporchids, tagged Crumpled Petals on March 17, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Under soft lighting I could be persuaded to believe this blood will not stain.
Earl Grey
Posted in Poems and the Like, Sporchids on March 17, 2009 | 3 Comments »
The slender white noose hangs slack The thin-skinned body floats below; Water stained by the blood of its spent insides. * NOTE: This is a poem about a teabag. (Suggestions on how to make this more obvious, without whacking reader over head, are welcome.)
Seven Times a Day
Posted in Poems and the Like, tagged Love on March 17, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
About seven times a day I fall in love— with the unscrupulous chipmunk outside my door a plump loaf of bread someone else’s arm fat… and each time, my heart strains and rips and bleeds a little like the cunt of a virgin fucked by love.
Pruning Faith
Posted in Poems and the Like, Sporchids, tagged Religion on March 17, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I’ve stripped the wings from the shoulders of my imaginary god. On whose back now shall I fly to Heaven? * Clumsily, I fasten the severed appendages to my own broken body.
Pantoum for Sean
Posted in Poems and the Like, Sporchids, tagged Crumpled Petals on March 17, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
(a pantoum is a poem that follows a repetitive pattern) Pantoum for Sean You joked about hitting me You whispered sarcasms against my neck But even though your lips were steel Sometimes your eyes swelled with sky * You whispered sarcasms against my neck You told me you could do it so I wouldn’t bruise [...]
