Saturday, December 24, 2005

Saturday, December 17, 2005

Titleless Piece

Help me title this piece. Any ideas?

Friday, December 16, 2005

Saturday, December 10, 2005


We live in bodies clumsy and disobedient

and we love them even as we punish
with too much or too little
we think we're bigger than they are...

--Ellen Dore Watson, We Live in Bodies

For the complete poem, visit this site.

Friday, December 09, 2005

First Sound

I think of how quiet I must have been insider her,

my larynx a tiny bulb waiting to blossom,
fluid-filled and still, atop my trachea.

I try to imagine it--passing through her,
thrusting from the inside out, catching
my first gasp of air. The throttle of my throat
must have rattled and a high-pitch cry--
or was it a bird-like shrill?--rode the cool
air from my lungs into the acoustic hollow
of my mouth and I released my first sound,
pure and uninhibited, a scream
completing me somehow...

from First Sound

Sunday, December 04, 2005

Love of Opposites

I want to hold him, hold his strength against my chest,

and let my sinuous body smooth
any hard edges like a river polishing stone.