It’s like she’s a partition of the earth itself, the earth as it oxidizes and grows too old to think. Life is mocked by this wash of water and magnesium— it’s more a part of the story of oxygen than the story of the mind. She could be praying that the brain of the worldContinue reading “The Mind Mantis”
Monthly Archives: May 2011
The Swimming Child
Our wise men want to call him Icarus. But he can’t be that Icarus. There are no melted wax wings, no vaunting ambition, just the salt crust on his face and limbs. Perhaps he did fall from the sky and no one heard his splash. Perhaps as the waves moved around him, like a brightContinue reading “The Swimming Child”
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Grandmother, wow, what big teeth you have!
He stands where she stood, looking like everyday life, a wolf in glass slippers, late for the ball, a Little Red Herring with cats in her shawl— you know, the poster child of harmony and strife… It seems what all you boys and girls forgot to bring today he has in abundance. Heraclitus incarnate, hisContinue reading “Grandmother, wow, what big teeth you have!”
Poetry, fait accompli
It starts so peaceful-like, like clouds that might bring rain out on the horizon, this poem, just like a cloud’s existence, to be sure, but such a calm one, full of shallow tears against a heedless earth— no tornadoes, no cats flung into space, not today, just a gentile rain…and puddles. Earth’s face is leftContinue reading “Poetry, fait accompli”
