new website.

hello, blogdears.

in a babystep towards my own pretty website, 

i'm trying out wordpress and have moved all 

of these frowsy blogger entries over...

let me know what you think!

http://saintvespertine.wordpress.com

ouse

funny how fast

one sinks into it. 

ovenknobs & 

pocketrocks in a jar 

by the bed. remind-

er, remind me:

why am I here 

again? cannot Can 

beneath Tuesday's grey 

sky for anything.

funny how fast

a body does sink.

barrel-stave.

unpacking slipsmooth summer limbs, 

I re-connect
freckle constellations, hoping
to sweep some pale away; and, 
finding sand fleshpressed in
creases, skin retains the taste 

of salt & sweat affection.

hot and languid, they bend 

like jelly, loll

at odd angles, tremor

at touch, but Being craves cozy; so, 

I cradle them close to hope's 

winter chest, bloodless 

water bottles till I stitch them back

to thawing thews, shoulders, hips. 

nickl'd  needles will scar bone, but 

some marks are worth 

the eye smiles I've missed 

these long ice months. 

cold October, I hardly 

remember, though November still stirs 

a soft swamp heart once

muddy
sticky
seething warmth

[in the meantime, I brush
these footsteps from the earth,
set real fire to bridges I've walked.
hold cards close for self-
conservation, ‘cause I’ve seen:
the bootmarks indelible
upon rare orchid petals,
the ice crystals forming on ferns.]

another directive.

I'm taking a trek into these woods. Leave the purple lupined meadow behind 

and follow if you wish (though I wish you would). Even so, I'll likely sprint 

ahead, might climb that old oak tree, only turning round to smoothsweep my 

footprints from the plush & mushroomed earth. 

(It's game & consternation. It's adventure & provocation.) 

Sharp eyes will find my trail, others may find themselves a little lost, but look! 

There's a sleeping owl to pray to, some crocus to admire, a hive with mellow 

honey, this wolf & sparrow choir.

(Orientation is perception and seeks somesmall witness.) 

And I guess, if you're keen, you'll discover me 

bone-deep in the summer brook, chanting:

Here are your waters and your watering place.

Drink and be whole again beyond confusion.

#ampersand & ampersand.

daylights.

summer has not even approached yet,
but here's a gem from favorite peoples anyway.

some [y]ears are better than others.

when I told you before I was listening...well that was a lie. there were 

suitcases sticky with wheels to cling to and softskin tree splinters

sharpening windows as I watched some elbows never arrive. but

I took a step toward tuning in I took a moment to clear a head & 

wrapped a pink ribbon round those things I'd dismissed as too ugly 

to confess to. as when 

words aren't perfect but they're beautiful I baptize or drown & 

there's no use in trying to keep tangled hair dry no use in denying: 

I heard you this time. 

miru kim