Tag: ev
member name: xanthe l.
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May 14, 2007 04:06 PM EDT --
No. I do not wear it on my sleeve.
I have no thick crepe paper arm band.
My face is curiously clear; no criss-cross of black net.
No solemn pill-box hat to bring it all to a point.
Not it does not . . .
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May 12, 2007 11:25 AM EDT --
I did I did not want just to see just once if I could
take in the taste of some other
shared forbidden fruit, honey Gideon.
I slaked my thirst with his pomegranate; drank of him freely
Thought of those . . .
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March 05, 2007 10:30 AM EST --
Where do you go seeking quiet respite.
the question, "does that make me holier than thou'
I think perhaps, perhaps...I have walked this road,
your load too heavy. You are Atlas, bearing the . . .
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March 04, 2007 08:10 PM EST --
In it, I run fast, am chased by a 10,000 volts of blue.
It pursues, tracks fast down silvered wire,
seeking for that place for foot to step
some plate electronic, electrified and ready,
anything . . .
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February 20, 2007 12:53 PM EST --
I had given up so many things for Lent.
You among them, by choice, not by choice.
A necessary consequence of circumstance,
some test of will of the heart's true independence.
I never told . . .
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February 21, 2008 09:11 AM EST --
We two Isreali we
the chalked-honeysuckled roads that dust my boots
- all the way home.
The others, they remain homeless,
wandering or hobbled by our blue-garbed Sephardic guards. . . .
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February 14, 2007 12:21 PM EST --
I tell myself it's not a sin. You say no. Non.
Never emphasis on word; you seal it with a kiss in the pew.
How serious then are we, church returned, absolved.
You, blessed as a saint, light, you . . .
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February 18, 2007 03:59 PM EST --
One time I came and you came.
Someone had rubbed the genie's belly
and you were there, not a vapor, but touchable
and we stood facing time in front of that 1895 Regulator, 12:28 p.m.
in . . .
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February 18, 2007 07:48 PM EST --
You are an ellipsis.
A dot, dot, dot...
A thought unfinished...
An action I just can't see through.
Then let it stand: STET.
This or we transpose -
You be me, I'll be you. . . .
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February 24, 2007 01:24 PM EST --
February, 50 - 53 degrees? NYC, Ash Wednesday,
You on the phone making me laugh.
It is a solemn day though. The beginning of deepest, darkest Lent.
I even thought of giving you up but my will would . . .
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February 13, 2007 10:41 AM EST --
You, consanguineous
The you/me as far back as I recall.
Passes/Possession - I am left wondering.
How you coaxed me open - a rare flower you'd found
How you caught the scent of me and had to have, . . .
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February 13, 2007 10:22 AM EST --
For the fifth or sixth time this hour I see you smile,
hearty and full, no holds barred, you toss it back,
let it all come down and it does
is in the linden-green of your eyes,
the bright pearl of . . .
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February 20, 2007 11:26 AM EST --
What if it should happen;
what if in the middle of a broad avenue, New York
the September sky dimmed and our hands slipped naturally -
each to the other and held as they have so many times... . . .
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