Bedtime Prayer

Slipped words in the night.

Not a punched gut but steely

all over like a hangover,

and it comes with a hangover.

Lapses and glances left behind,

parables and my ears

too young

until now, until too late.

Concealed touches,

clandestine encounters

becoming words to be touched:

felt like a stone,

thrown like a stone,

sinking like-

Angry sweat, sad sweat,

fear sweat reeking

Inside and Out...

Let me swim away.

Let the water cover

my eyes, my ears,

my sewn mouth.

Let me sink to the dark depths,

asleep.

The Properties of Dust

The Properties of Dust was a small book I put together in 2005 for a desktop publishing class at Portland State University. Many of these pieces were written specifically for the book project, and the rest date back to as early as 1990. The pieces were accompanied by a photo or two in the original book, but, in most cases, I am using different, more recent, photos with this series of posts.

1.

The Well

Moreh

Orienteering

Tides

The Properties of Dust

2.

Storm

Oncology

Upon the Ruin

Golgotha

Demolition

3.

Watching a Woman From Across the Room

Moonrise

First Snow

Antarctic Whispers

Lines

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