#throwbackthursday

Sadie as Benjamin Button.  (2020)

"A Herky-Jerky Little Ditty"

Put the right letters together and make a better day.

We’re Going Down, Down, Down, If That’s the Only Way

Seeding an Alphabet:

To invent the alef-beit,

decipher the grammar of crows,

read a tangle of bare branches

with vowels of the last leaves

scrawling their jittery speech

on the sky’s pale page.

 

Choose a beginning.

See what God yields and dirt cedes

when tines disturb fescue, vetch, and sage,

when your hand dips grain from a sack,

scattering it among engraved furrows.

 

Beyond the hill, a plume of dust

where oxen track the hours.

Does God lead or follow or scout?

To answer, count to one again and again:

a red maple leaf and a yellow maple leaf

that wind rifles and rain shines until they let go,

blazing their scripted nothingness on air.

Emily Warn.

Dancing in the deepest oceans

Twisting in the water, you're just like a dream.

Mythos

Fable:

I’m tired of meaning, says the tortoise

to the hare, who agrees. The lions

and crows don’t disagree, and the snake

chimes in: It would be better if we didn’t

have to moonlight as morality lessons.

Exactly, says the chicken. I’d like to let

loose once in a while, I’d like to

stretch my wings, she says. Yes,

says the fox. You should get out

of your pen more, says the fox. You

should let me help, says the fox,

opening the latch to the evening.

It was a fine evening and a fine

conclusion they were coming to,

thought the fox, helping

the chicken out of  her feathers.

Andrea Cohen.

Evil-Ex #3, Fun Fact: 9th Degree Vegan

Our common goal was waiting for the world to end. 

she asked about my heart, its evasive flight

Lark & Merlin:

drunk winds stumble over shuffling roofs

shake his sleep who dreams

a lost love

will not

let

go

recurring swirls

of old gold

blown light

you can’t help

but be in it

as it opens

and falls back on itself

unfolds and unsays

I do not want to die

without writing the unwritten

pleasure of water

Tom Pickard.

The world drags me down

One of those inane pieces of pomp pop that...transcends its formidable pretensions to become a whomping dance record.

The Fire in Your Eyes Keeps Me Alive

An Aspect of Love, Alive in the Ice and Fire:

In a package of minutes there is this We.

How beautiful.

Merry foreigners in our morning,

we laugh, we touch each other, 

are responsible props and posts.

A physical light is in the room.

Because the world is at the window

we cannot wonder very long.

You rise. Although

genial, you are in yourself again.

I observe

your direct and respectable stride.

You are direct and self-accepting as a lion

in Afrikan velvet. You are level, lean,

remote.

There is a moment in Camaraderie

when interruption is not to be understood.

I cannot bear an interruption.

This is the shining joy;

the time of not-to-end.

On the street we smile.

We go

in different directions

down the imperturbable street.

Gwendolyn Brooks.