Wednesday, July 28, 2010

A Part

there are hard things
things that slowly press the ribs apart
a part of the heavy universe

Space always inside

insides fleeing to the edges
edges where we began
bang Adam’s rib

upon Space

and speak softly
unto me

gone

with the Shadows
in the Corners
along the Edges
nearly nothing

a Line
a Point
a Beat

Silence
then

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Wednesday, June 30, 2010

SurMounting the Horsetooth!

Suz, intrepid guide, lead the unsteady Ronnie safely up and then down the Horsetooth despite Ronnie's best efforts (she fell twice on the descent). Please see attached photographs; no replicas or photo editing were used in the taking and/or developing of these photographs; they are in fact authentic.

Ronnie feels much satisfaction at having summited the renowned Horsetooth and could not imagine a better hiking companion than Suz--excepting a horse to ride (but she was able to pet the Horsetooth). However, Ronnie is now absolutely certain that, while some might commune with nature on such expeditions, nature is most definitely trying to eat her. Suz did admire Ronnie's pace, which was ironically simply a manifestation of laziness: the faster one hikes the sooner one can be done. And that is how Ronnie feels about hiking: have done with it! Now that she has conquered this Everest of the foothills, she can.



Monday, June 14, 2010

Death Sentence

Pronounce it:
I’m Dead
But living in that!
My absence will remain.
My words, silence.
My body, space.
Where once I was will speak
With out me
I will
I will

susp-end Death
Sentences in-term-inable

My breath battles the Blackness

My breath battles the Blackness.

Transparent pushes against oblivion.
Every dim heartbeat, a battle drum
Every lung a horn to call the air.

Eyes mustering the light
Only skin to fight and
Arm against the Night.

But the Void invades
This little mouth—already won—
Conquers my chest.

I am my own traitor;
Each breath loyal death.

Monday, May 17, 2010

How

How a hand that held, hits

How a kind mouth becomes a beast

How a humane face apes

How both Heaven and Hell

How

Night's Stair

On Night’s stair, I look back toward the Light.

Sent away
Without candle
Without her
The worst punishment

And all my apologies on every treacherous step.