Tuesday, June 30, 2009

This "stop you in your tracks" quote was nested in a comment on the Old Mossy Moon blog, written by a fellow Detroiter.

"There has to be someone left to reflect that childhood is still owed dreams born on the breath of angels."

From The Walking Man

Monday, June 29, 2009

As the dust is dampened
captured by the dew.
As the birch and sweet grass burns
along with you-
I will spit into the flame.
I'll never be the same.
And I will not leave the fire
until its through.

"With memory set smarting like a reopened wound, a man's past is not simply a dead history, an outworn preparation of the present: it is not a repented error shaken loose from the life: it is a still quivering part of himself, bringing shudders and bitter flavors and the tinglings of a merited shame."
George Eliot

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Thursday, June 18, 2009

stump smoldering still
long after the forest fire

Monday, June 08, 2009

it is only our vanity bleeding

"Happiness comes more from loving than being loved; and often when our affection seems wounded it is only our vanity bleeding. To love, and to be hurt often, and to love again--this is the brave and happy life."

~ J. E. Buckrose [Annie Edith Jameson] (1868-1931),writer

Wednesday, June 03, 2009


Born in a house of glass
I.C.U. for an entire childhood
as ushers and vestrymen
the babies.

Cool walls, first props for first steps
smudged with the grease of growth-
later, tapped upon curiously
then pounded upon furiously
as adolescence settled in.
Looking out.
Seeing in.

They would not be satisfied.
The monitors.
We would not be Gods
or God’s children
or even angels.
But neither would we hang
from someone else's cross
for someone else’s guilt.

And we left the glass manse
by the back door.
But I still have the key
to remind me
of failing to be
or PC.

Monday, June 01, 2009