Sunday, July 31, 2011

a series of panes

placed one by one


it became less about the hills


an inaudible pause


next to nothing

and there

i imagined the day

like the smallest stones beneath bare feet

he would look

and look back


across my cheek

not unlike a cube of semi-soft cheese

i felt a falling short;
a hurled distance

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Monday, July 4, 2011

lesser tune

they no longer live here

nearer the door

before you leave

from the viewing wall

variations in form

variations in formality