Wednesday, December 22, 2004

the stove full of wood
when i left home this morning
nothing but ashes

Tuesday, December 21, 2004

see my face reflected
driving in the dirty screen
in shadows of cloud

Sunday, December 19, 2004

ground heaves and drafts breeze
pipes freeze and i'm out of wood:
winter ain't easy.

Friday, December 17, 2004

the wind's whistle
screams the song
of breathlessness

Thursday, December 16, 2004

frozen beach stream
now covered in sand
now covered in snow

hands scarred from shifting
hewn halves of hardwood
scorched beneath the char

Wednesday, December 15, 2004

i find myself
facing east at sunset
with pink cedars

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

screen door in the bath
brought in to thaw
from beside the house

Monday, December 13, 2004

wish for winter death
when whiteness covers corpses
buried and forgotten

Sunday, December 12, 2004

just for a second
in the glide of the ski stride
i'm weightless again

Tuesday, December 07, 2004

breaking a branch in two
the raw wood that never knew
daylight before

(whack the stick's back:
it snaps back intact and
cracks me with a smack)

Monday, December 06, 2004

done after dusk
out the door before dawn:
god damn darkness

(my snow is grey
in headlights cast
my shadows stay
forever masked)

Saturday, December 04, 2004

i can hear the water
i want to walk there

i want to slip into the night
where the air is sharp as knives
and feel my flesh alive
as again i do not die

as again i do not die
i want to slip into your life
i want to feel your flesh alive
and the sharpness of your night

i want to walk beside the water
which calls on me to touch her


Friday, December 03, 2004

tearing the tanned skin
in layers from the limbs of birch
pale thin blue then flesh