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 [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Soft things’
She was a moth
Posted in Poems and the Like, Sporchids, tagged Death, Nature, Soft things on July 14, 2010 | 4 Comments »
Something remarkable
Posted in Bi-fortnightly Blogs, tagged Soft things on July 9, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Something remarkable happens when you come to the conclusion that there is no one no thing no god no quality Beautiful enough, or pure enough, or true enough to surrender and devote yourself to; and yet your longing for complete surrender, your immeasurable pent-up devotion has become so great it must flow somewhere— and so [...]
Things I find magical:
Posted in Bi-fortnightly Blogs, tagged Soft things on May 9, 2010 | 4 Comments »
(A small sampling) Walking into a large public restroom and finding it completely empty The food in other people’s fridges The yellow light of a rain-pregnant sunset Two middle aged men walking hand-in-hand along a dark, unpeopled street Too-small doors My dead godmother’s thin, silver bracelet, which reminds me of fish—or the moon Seeing in [...]
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.
