When our voices stopped we realized the silence of the car. Even the usually fickle transmission was a silent assassin. Her fingers moved like conspiracy as she tapped an uncomfortable beat into her expensive purse. I rolled the window down to let breath into the void. She cursed loudly and hit me. The car jerked [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Words’
Dead Languages
Posted in Poetry, tagged once was love, relationship, Silence, Words on June 18, 2009 | 6 Comments »
Briser Mon Existence En Deux
Posted in Poetry, tagged death, life, Silence, Words on June 8, 2009 | 7 Comments »
Put your fingers to your lips and peddle to the gas while our tiny car whips air against your rebelling face, my telling face, and your hair. Such are our day trips when days are so long that speaking of satisfaction is a betrayal. Such that each word resembles the 2nd mouth, the 9th circle, [...]
Redacted – For WL
Posted in Poetry, tagged History, life, summer, War, WL, Words on March 4, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Feet tapping. Fingers failing to shuffle tiles on a rack. Eyes squinting, lips pressing around glass, his next attack a five letter word meaning “a forceful verbal assault” drops like a bomb on Bletchley town. Another smooth drink goes down. His mind, endlessly decoding scrabbled simulacrums on the old torn chair he found forgotten. It [...]
Edge of A Turning World
Posted in Didactic, Poetry, tagged fire, genocide, History, kin, Love, our world, salt, Sodom, Time, tongue, Words on December 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The tongue is a pillar of salt it turned back against command to see its kin burn. Before it died it saw the sky kiln churn and devour. Before it died it heard the screams and smelled the sulfur of a dying race. It didn’t say anything though. How could it, when all of a [...]
Every Year…
Posted in Pastoral, Poetry, tagged Bridges, meaning, Moving On, Nature, river, Words on October 7, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
We never intend our voice to be a mirror after a year. Writing is a release – that means don’t come back. To cry the tear of a reader to pose a question – to describe a lack. The cocoon sealed green opens and the history of those people is a stream reflecting light. Water [...]
He Never Spoke…
Posted in Eulogy, Poetry, tagged death, Eulogy, Father, life, Poetry, speaking, Words on February 12, 2008 | 4 Comments »
His voice, captured in ink Knows not time on the letter Too old to fold. His thoughts could do no better than to leave his mouth and sink through the paper he gave his life to. I had just told you, I had just said my father was a silent man His word sold for gold A [...]
