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

Body/Home


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.