who were
you
in a past life?
which sex and the city character are
you?
what weapon best suits
your
personality?
what if the question
is ill-posed?
what if the answer
is x?
what about
a pen?
not a moment too soon,
i found out that i could make my own quiz.
this one doesn't have any questions, though,
it just sends you an anonymous message
with your number:
1-0-1-0-1-0-0-1
1-1-0-0-0-0-1-1
1-0-1-1-0-1-1-1
and you can do with it as you wish.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
One
how many stories
could the night tell you
about the sun?
how long is the line
that separates a moment
from itself?
what does listening say
when it speaks?
what does speaking hear
when it listens?
could the night tell you
about the sun?
how long is the line
that separates a moment
from itself?
what does listening say
when it speaks?
what does speaking hear
when it listens?
Monday, April 27, 2009
Untitled
among astronomers and dancers,
who understands the way a body moves?
among philosophers and priests,
who understands the way a mind moves?
among surgeons and widows,
who understands the way a heart moves?
is it better to take things apart,
or put them together?
(Revised in coordination with Katie Richardson-McDaniel.)
who understands the way a body moves?
among philosophers and priests,
who understands the way a mind moves?
among surgeons and widows,
who understands the way a heart moves?
is it better to take things apart,
or put them together?
(Revised in coordination with Katie Richardson-McDaniel.)
Friday, April 24, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Saguaro (2)
i followed the scent
of a white saguaro blossom
deep into the desert,
counted well
how my thirst would develop,
counted the hours
before my withered body
would embrace the shifting sand.
counted them the same as the hours
of a life at sea,
failing to appreciate
that such a creature could endure in the absence
of so much more than water,
failing to understand
how different something as simple as respiration could be,
failing to predict
that i would stumble into a lack of oxygen,
turning so many beautiful shades of
red, blue, violet –
becoming a flower myself,
blossoming briefly
next to you.
of a white saguaro blossom
deep into the desert,
counted well
how my thirst would develop,
counted the hours
before my withered body
would embrace the shifting sand.
counted them the same as the hours
of a life at sea,
failing to appreciate
that such a creature could endure in the absence
of so much more than water,
failing to understand
how different something as simple as respiration could be,
failing to predict
that i would stumble into a lack of oxygen,
turning so many beautiful shades of
red, blue, violet –
becoming a flower myself,
blossoming briefly
next to you.
Saguaro (1)
does water miss the saguaro
blossoming in the desert?
does air miss the satellite?
does earth remember the edible red fruit
after it has decomposed?
what is left to remember fire?
blossoming in the desert?
does air miss the satellite?
does earth remember the edible red fruit
after it has decomposed?
what is left to remember fire?
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