July 26, 2009

Quiet Night

When you feel nothing,
you're probably either dead
or swimming naked.

July 25, 2009

2000

I'd like to spend life
like the warm nights of my youth,
but she'd be there too.

photo by the Jackdaws

July 22, 2009

Ex-summers

Sofa, carpet, bed-
bleached and funky and colder
from my wet swimsuit.

February 5, 2009

Spring

Freeze finally melts,
and the fingers start to grow.
And things start to grow.

February 4, 2009

Winter

The coldest of chills
comes not from the eastern winds.
It comes from the stares.

February 3, 2009

Summer

The warmest blanket
is not made up of fabric.
It has arms and legs.