Sit down I have something to tell you.
I’m infected with who I am
I don’t think there’s a cure,
And I’ll probably die from it.
That’s the good news.
The bad news is:
It’s not as contagious
as I’d like it to be.
Month: April 2016
The Work
The Velveteers
The velvet ears.
The dukes of slow dancing
It’s not a charade,
It’s sincere
Sublime.
Profane
And Devine.
Simultaneous.
Devils and Angels
At the same soiree.
Hearts big enough
For many at a time.
A synchronized Radio City Rockettes of chaos,
Astonishing simplicity.
Completely, calmly, joyously,
Choreographed, and practiced–
Rehearsed–
Dancing away from
And yet into
The street.
The Market.
The bombs and
Gunshots and fire and knives.
The tears and anguish.
The us versus them is defunct
The in-between will win.
We will win.
And not be in-between.
Dancy Business
Business of Dancing
I talk to you
and you talk to me
and we dance around for four seconds,
and then we get down to business.
The ordinary business.
Or, we continue dancing, as people should,
around the real business!
the business of dancing.
The exciting stuff.
Our pets. Dogs and cats. Horses and goats.
Do they know the seasons?
Do they anticipate summer?
Of course they revel in it. Like us.
I anticipate you.
I expect you to be
Warm and verdant.
And, like summer, you are.
And we, have seasons,
Harsh winters,
Cursing the computer,
Punching the wall.
Then,
Crocus and daffodils,
Push up through the snow.
Walks outside without
hunching your shoulders.
Cooking naked in the kitchen.
Starlit outdoor grilles.
Fragrant breeze.
You say ‘I’ve been considering murder’
and I completely understand
that you have no intention of murdering anyone,
and that your heart is only crying to understand.
Important
Watch
Yesterday in the midst of work,
I looked up and saw blue sky and white clouds and I was
happy, so happy.
Today I am in those white clouds,
and I look at the grime on my thumb,
black grease in the whorls.
And I think,
i can reach and grab you and pull your ass up here.
But you have to want that.
Bad.
Look real close at you.
Full moon last night and
Good music,
almost everywhere.
and ongoing birthdays
and yet ends of birthdays
of lovely people,
and Spring,
and no local bad weather.
And weddings of people who should get married,
and hanging with friends who shouldn’t be married,
just right now, but whom I would marry to,
if there were some kind of
marry friend kind of deal,
which I haven’t invented yet.
Kind of like family,
family are like friends you can’t ghost on.
You know, there’s no legal procedure
where you can un-family a blood relative.
Humility overtakes me as I bless
voluntary emotional bondage.
Randi makes dolls.
So beautiful.
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Let Them be Read: The Importance of Having a Second Reader
There’s this notion among writers that you shouldn’t let anyone read your work until it is completed. However, a work is never really complete until someone else reads it. It may seem frustrating and a little ego-pummeling to get opinions from others. But getting a second (or third or seventh) pair of eyes on a piece before submitting is only helpful. It’s like that old adage “two heads are better than one,” or, as Margaret Atwood put it:
You can never read your own book with the innocent anticipation that comes with that first delicious page of a new book, because you wrote the thing. You’ve been backstage. You’ve seen how the rabbits were smuggled into the hat. Therefore ask a reading friend or two to look at it before you give it to anyone in the publishing business. This friend should not be someone with whom you have a…
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You Again
I should just confess my obsession with you,
Butterfly dragon demons
of everyday flirtation
distracting me from
I forget what.
All fourteen of you.
Then I find myself at home,
irritated by the fact that I want to leave,
having not reconciled
the chaos of the underlying fundament.
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