Be on the
lookout
for coming
events
they cast
their
shadow
beforehand
said the
blind man
to the wall
whose
impenetrable
stare
was lost
upon him
Monday, April 18, 2016
April 14 - When I Used to Know
The steaming breath
of winter’s ghosts
swirl and pirouette
lithe dancers clad
in misty skirts of
lacey fog
that twirl and dip
spinning
riptides of desire
to see
just to see
if only for a moment
scattering schools
of old memories
startled
shiny silverfish
darting
this way
and that
desperate little
Polaroids
that fail to congeal
into the snapshots
of what
used to be
clutching the edge
of a face
the scrap of a name
what town was that
of winter’s ghosts
swirl and pirouette
lithe dancers clad
in misty skirts of
lacey fog
that twirl and dip
spinning
riptides of desire
to see
just to see
if only for a moment
scattering schools
of old memories
startled
shiny silverfish
darting
this way
and that
desperate little
Polaroids
that fail to congeal
into the snapshots
of what
used to be
clutching the edge
of a face
the scrap of a name
what town was that
I used to know
these things
I used to
know…
I used to
know…
Excuse me…
but do you
know
where I live
I'm certain I knew
a minute ago...
but do you
know
where I live
I'm certain I knew
a minute ago...
Sunday, April 17, 2016
April 12 - Colette
From the index of Secrets of the Flesh-A Life of Colette by Judy Thurman
Sexuality, of Colette, xv-xvi, 33
experimental style,368,369
sex, see homosexuality; incest; lesbianism; misogyny; pornography; prostitution; virginity; women; French
submission/domination pattern, 104-8
lesbian affairs, 125-8
film version, 559n.5
vagabond life, 184-5
insecurity as a writer, 301, 307, 326,
essay on marriage, 526n.3
erotic life without Colette, 470-I
pelvic inflammations,164
Sexuality, of Colette, xv-xvi, 33
experimental style,368,369
sex, see homosexuality; incest; lesbianism; misogyny; pornography; prostitution; virginity; women; French
submission/domination pattern, 104-8
lesbian affairs, 125-8
film version, 559n.5
vagabond life, 184-5
insecurity as a writer, 301, 307, 326,
essay on marriage, 526n.3
erotic life without Colette, 470-I
pelvic inflammations,164
Monday, April 11, 2016
April 10 - SPINES
PUSH! They told my mother
as I swam through the sea
of her placenta
forged in the blood of
CORTEZ And MONTEZUMA
this smashing together of
brown and white from such
DIFFERENT SHORES
CHILD 44 destined to travel
the broken glass highway of
THIS BRIDGE CALLED MY BACK
joining the ranks of
ENEMY WOMEN pushed
OUT OF THE MARGINS into
100 YEARS OF SOLITUDE
upon THE CONFESSION
as we entered the valley of the
RUBYFRUIT JUNGLE
made of simple flesh that
felt the sting of each arrow
never the granite of
STONE BUTCH BLUES
it seems it's been a lifetime of
STORMING HEAVEN and
THE BAND PLAYED ON
all for the right of
A WOMAN'S LOVE
fingernails ripped and bleeding
trying to dig holes deep enough
to hide away these
SECRETS OF THE FLESH
and the lights come up and
it's LAST CALL
WHEN RABBIT HOWLS
staggering out the door into
hallowed night
leaving bloody footprints in
the SNOW GARDEN
swearing undying love
even if only for this night
'cause we're all afraid to be alone
while we're looking for
THE PROMISED LAND
as I swam through the sea
of her placenta
forged in the blood of
CORTEZ And MONTEZUMA
this smashing together of
brown and white from such
DIFFERENT SHORES
CHILD 44 destined to travel
the broken glass highway of
THIS BRIDGE CALLED MY BACK
joining the ranks of
ENEMY WOMEN pushed
OUT OF THE MARGINS into
100 YEARS OF SOLITUDE
upon THE CONFESSION
as we entered the valley of the
RUBYFRUIT JUNGLE
made of simple flesh that
felt the sting of each arrow
never the granite of
STONE BUTCH BLUES
it seems it's been a lifetime of
STORMING HEAVEN and
THE BAND PLAYED ON
all for the right of
A WOMAN'S LOVE
fingernails ripped and bleeding
trying to dig holes deep enough
to hide away these
SECRETS OF THE FLESH
and the lights come up and
it's LAST CALL
WHEN RABBIT HOWLS
staggering out the door into
hallowed night
leaving bloody footprints in
the SNOW GARDEN
swearing undying love
even if only for this night
'cause we're all afraid to be alone
while we're looking for
THE PROMISED LAND
Sunday, April 10, 2016
April 9 - When It Gets Broken
Scars inside heart and brain
a flesh torn zipper at my cuff
all reminders
of the pain of staying
and the
permanency of departure
today isn’t yesterday
I remind myself each
waking
tomorrow won’t be today
when today begins to feel
like some old yesterdays
hourglass sands
each grain
forever or possibilities
this is what I tell myself
sitting in this car
engine idling
drinking a Coke
and watching
Netflix on my phone
flipping a mental coin
to finish this episode
or shut the garage door
and cancel my own season
April 8 - Dear Pope Francis
I see you’ve asked your
frocked crew to be more
frocked crew to be more
accepting of the queer
and the divorced
but still with no real change
in the dogma that has
destroyed lives beyond measure
be more tolerant you say
unjust discrimination against
gays and lesbians is
unacceptable you say
as though there were instead
a more just option to exercise
and hey what about the trans people
where do they fit in your kinder
gentler tapestry of Catholic
but still with no real change
in the dogma that has
destroyed lives beyond measure
be more tolerant you say
unjust discrimination against
gays and lesbians is
unacceptable you say
as though there were instead
a more just option to exercise
and hey what about the trans people
where do they fit in your kinder
gentler tapestry of Catholic
I remember when I was a kid
the heartbreak of my mom
when your team excommunicated
her from the one place that she
found peace and comfort
this church that meant so much
that gave her solace and helped
her hold all of the fragments into
which she’d been broken by the
hurt and horrors that had been her lot
the heartbreak of my mom
when your team excommunicated
her from the one place that she
found peace and comfort
this church that meant so much
that gave her solace and helped
her hold all of the fragments into
which she’d been broken by the
hurt and horrors that had been her lot
I remember the rifle shot crack
of the screen door slamming shut
from our vantage point view
my brothers and me in a row
upon the sofa in our Sunday best
where she had left us just before
she tried to silence the awful pain
watching in terror as strange men
rolled her still and silent body
outside to the ambulance
and we knew not if we would
ever see her again
of the screen door slamming shut
from our vantage point view
my brothers and me in a row
upon the sofa in our Sunday best
where she had left us just before
she tried to silence the awful pain
watching in terror as strange men
rolled her still and silent body
outside to the ambulance
and we knew not if we would
ever see her again
I remember when she came home
her broken was even more broken
but she still loved your damn church
in spite of being kicked out for
falling in love and marrying again
in her heart she stayed a member
of Team Catholic and all the rules
so she tried to pull me her queer kid
out by the roots pouring the lye of Jesus
into the fresh wounds she opened
with feverish and devoted regularity
until I was just as broken and broker
so I just gotta say Mr. Pope
Fuck You and your kinder gentler church
her broken was even more broken
but she still loved your damn church
in spite of being kicked out for
falling in love and marrying again
in her heart she stayed a member
of Team Catholic and all the rules
so she tried to pull me her queer kid
out by the roots pouring the lye of Jesus
into the fresh wounds she opened
with feverish and devoted regularity
until I was just as broken and broker
so I just gotta say Mr. Pope
Fuck You and your kinder gentler church
April 8, 2016
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