3.11.2009

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!

3.10.2009

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.

3.09.2009

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.]

3.07.2009

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.

3.05.2009

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. 

3.04.2009

miru kim