Cool hands, rough hands

How much space do you want to fit into your world of capes and nonsense? From the east light will pour in, or shine out, blinding. Take three steps either way, new place. New views and Infinite space. They call it 360 degrees because they can, not because it’s true. Do you remember what a…

Evensong Cinquain

The way the trees will start to fallbrings forth visions of starlings’ crestas though the heat of earth gave alland fell into uneasy rest,tells why the world sinks to night’s breast.

We will grieve

My Grandmother in law slipped into a coma today, and will die very soon. This poem is for this moment, and her.

Meadow Tercet

The grass so splattered with flowers and lightthat rises to touch the cloud scattered sky,remembers the caress of three months of snowIn the west the cousins of stone stretch their armsthe dredges of snow above trees and stone,the grass so splattered with flowers and light.The flanks of these hills are leaves liftedabove all else -…

3 More Contexts

As in my first post of this nature, 3 Contexts and Confessions, I wanted to share something more of myself. It’s always a tricky thing for me- I am amazed how some people bare themselves on their blogs. Not that I think I have any privacy, I’m sure it is the work of a few moments…

Dreaming/Commuting

Banana and dates mashed and then smearedinto a baby’s hair and face with chubby fistsmeans a trip to wash, and in the sing-song of running water, memory awakensof an intersection, by snowbound railway lines.Slither across in this new world to a set of double doors encapsulatingwire and wind,tear away the layers in the new found heatand stop…

Gibran on Trees

Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness. Khalil Gibran

Oma’s Goulash

No one cares about the story, so here’s the recipe first. If you care enough I’ll witter away aimlessly afterwards Oma’s Goulash Serves 4 1 kg gravy beef/chuck steak, diced 500g brown onions, sliced thinly 3 tbsp Sweet Paprika 1 tsp smoked paprika 300-500ml stock 1 bay leaf 1 tsp caraway seeds (toasted and ground)…

Withdrawn

Hands that tremble gently when grasping buttons threading through fields of wheat and sky. Don’t ask me – just go. How long have these leaves rested here? Take your time, feel the gravel on new shoes so tall it feels like walking upon stiltsthat wear away at the heel, as the flowers burst screaming from…

A gracious repeat

Once when she spoke her hands flew up like birdsstartled by the rising storm of her words.Her eyes would gleam like emeralds -how absurdwe feel, to see her dying soft and slow.Now she lies upright soft as fallen cloud,and weakness makes fallow what once was proud.To eat, to drink, is all but disallowed.We feel, to…

My nights should be for sleeping

The photo is tucked into a book of recipes – the kind that has the smell of a secondhand bookshop. It nestles next to a hand-written recipe on a small folded sheet of paper rendered in Sütterlin, that I know came from the Old Man. It’s a recipe for Leberkäse, a sort of giant square sausage…

Boots

I want to walk with youbeneath mountainsthrough forestsAcross rises of alpine grassand the shuddering bones of the earththat our feet skitter.In fog and the prickle of rainand the jelly slidingof lava fields.Lace your boots and let us goto where the forest meets the snow.

Pantoum for Clouds

We slept upon the forest floorbecause the ground was soft and warm.And dreamt as satyrs torn from warthat rendered sadness all forlorn.Because the ground was soft and warmthe serpents made their peace with sky,and dreamt as satyrs torn from warthough life itself was reason why.The serpents made their peace with skywho wandered lonely without cloud.Though…

After Snowfall

I have looked on the hills of the stormy North, and the larch has hung his tassels forth. Felicia Hemans, The Voice of Spring Our storms and winters come to an end, and though we know they will return, that should not make the touch of the sun, nor the scent of resin any less sweet.

Mermaid Storm

Love makes small things more than their size. I will wear macaroni necklaces and run my hands across cinder blocks where family and friends gathered to add fire, meat and wine into little moments. I will admire the straggly plants that fail to comply with the images of a thousand magazines and television programs doing…