The antiquated machine seemed to choke on the burden of change caught in gravity. The familiar sound of the coin return converting the aborted long distance call into profit. I have been conditioned to salivate at the ancient art of turning lead into gold. I grip the coin tightly because the magicians are trying to [...]
Posts Tagged ‘change’
Alchemy
Posted in Poetry, tagged alchemy, change, magic, phone calls on April 16, 2011 | 1 Comment »
On the History of Madness
Posted in Poetry, tagged automobile, change, death, life, madness, Michele Focault on June 24, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
That summer my beliefs so consumed me that I created reality rather than experience it. Fury. Nothing significant. A beating fist pounding between heart and God. Iambic confessions first inward, then skyward. My foot alternated the breaks until warning lights and break pads wore to nothing. I drove that leprous scrap yard into every summer [...]
It’s a Pain
Posted in Poetry, tagged change, education, growth, pain on January 21, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
It’s a pain. Decidedly, decisively a pain. Forced upon me by my eyes, No. What they see. Yes. No still. Pain isn’t in sight; it isn’t hiding in the light that folds into darkness. It is in the stomach, that irritable sack. Acidic as it is hungry. Except now it is pained. Queasy. The in [...]
Storyteller’s Lament: Instead of The Poem I Almost Wrote
Posted in Poetry, tagged butterfly coaster, change, cliche, epitomes, hand sanitizer, imagery, meaning, new, over turned sea shell, uncertainty on January 13, 2010 | 1 Comment »
Stop lights on downtown main street, over-turned farm equipment, a gun, a tear in her eyes; who hasn’t written about these? The epitomes of everyday life have bereft us of the mystery of the meaning in naturally occurring objects. Even when upsidedown. So solid that I hold onto them when the earth quakes. What about [...]
The Speaking Space
Posted in Poetry, tagged being with someone, being yourself, change, communication, food, relationships, Time on November 14, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
We Talk over dinner over and over like the river or an ocean sound. shhhhhh. We Missed out, Nobody is around under, under the skin We begin to speak in spaces sounding places silent faces beside and besides ourselves. Silence is a collection stolen. We find ways to steal each other’s time in the speaking [...]
The author writes to a girl
Posted in Poetry, tagged change, hope, inspiration, Poetry, reflection on November 26, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
He is an author writing a poem in a room where the image of a monitor reflects off the pupils containing the universe of the author. In the poem, the author describes such conditions in such a way So that the reader can surmise a message? Perhaps not so fast Because so too does the author [...]
