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Passage Poems: #13

it’s a wave that blows and blasts us, sends us out, tousled, enduring the marred matter of motive it’s a hum that rides and wrecks us, pulls us home, spent, wandering the cobbled course of confusion when i stepped, and you stepped, and we stepped, creases ceased and blood began when i stepped, and you [...]

Passage Poems: #12

The next word is the word of wonder–– the word we wait for, and wait again. The next sigh is the sigh of smoke–– the sigh set off by our soft trigger. The next call is the call of condolence–– the call we put off, just forget it. The next leap is the leap of [...]

Passage Poems: #11

Abandonment is childhood’s end For leavers and for stayers both The quick lash of window’s light Meets malice at the door Castles turned to trees arrange For leaf’s bright toss And air’s cool whisper In the bright den of dawn Losing time to bed’s fine folds Enwrapped in raptured coverlets This lonely joy kills across [...]

Passage Poems: #10

The business of broken things comes for everyone, calmly coaxing, flash forward to end’s meat. In time’s taking we supply decay, mushroom fodder, gentle dis-integral. The business of broken things keeps the score, blithely burrowing, back to seeded womb. Returned to exile we dissolve astray, no looking back, no back, no way. The business of [...]

Passage Poems: #9

She took me with her when she went, Down to the dark place people go. She plied my surface, left me bent, No pack to pack, no space to stow. She broke the compass, tore the map, Blinding out to ocean’s edge. She flayed the wound with stinging strap, Made offerings to drive her wedge. [...]

Passage Poems: #8

A flow of fresh air fell into your field–– the open door, a portal to things abandoned but not forgotten. Breeze calls the tree limbs home, slanting shade into your slipstream, sunlit, warm and worn. This journey’s craft banks broadly, traversing the low and languorous byway, the last stop before oblivion. Breath holds its pattern [...]

Passage Poems: #7

Attics are awful places, Teeming with dust, dirt, forgotten faces, When I enter, bent double, the uncertain floor Feels false and I want to run Away. Such things collected, here and there, Brought to the edge of narrow spaces We force our lives through, shafts of light Betray openings in history that close In solitary [...]

Passage Poems: #6

Absent rings and broken trees, We’ve got our fair share of these. Empty seats and missing words, Taking flight they’re all a blur. When we recall the fall and all the lightened thing within us stalls. When we replant this hymnal rant our next most precious thing just can’t. Separate strides and rotting leaves, We’ve [...]

Passage Poems: #5

Three hundred pounds of geodes, Brought back from wilderness, Each with its own secret, Some savory, some sweet, Some blatant, some discrete. Cut them open, one by one, Spill Earth’s contents, cut and run, Build a map of what you found, Out there, Give nature’s mystery a new home, Shut away, Hidden from everyone but [...]

Passage Poems: #4

Safety scissors, paper scraps, Fleeting faces, torn up maps, If you cut me out of this, I’ll be friendly, you won’t miss. Stuffed up kitties, paper skin, All these faces look like kin, If you say what you would like, Loneliness will never strike. Sunlit shadows, end of day, Caught you thinking, go away, If [...]