For the first two years in Santa Fe, I worked from home for the Internet Corporation for Assigned Names and Numbers, the organization that effectively runs the Internet. I loved the job but went slightly stir crazy working from home for two years. I decided to take a writing class at the local community college last spring, mostly to meet people.
They say you cannot say love and mean anything.
They say you cannot say soul and approach heaven.
But the sun is no fool, I tell you.
It will rise for nothing less.
to have your arms not merge into the day
but be signs by the road
and to have nobody, Laurie, nobody travel
down your roads.
(related to Porter? probably not)
her arms full of the flowers I gave her once
a year in April, and she's asking me
to put them back on the stems in the greenhouses
they came from, to let them shrink away from the light.
nearly a year, and yesterday
while driving to the feed store
she braked suddenly
and threw her arm
across the rib cage
of his absence.
of fruit trees in April, and your car, which I parked in a shadow before you died, decorated now with feathers.
with the windows unrolled
and the headlights on
and the engine still running
in the Parking Space of the Sun.
they won't guard your life
cajoled to boil, says, This is my soul, freed.
After that, it burned.
After that, we tried to integrate the lunch counter at Harmon's.
They tore out the lunch counter.
Chase Twichell manifesto in "Solo:"
I've always been alone, and that knowledge
has been like a sheet of cold glass
between me and the world
transparent, a vase. Inside it
flowers flower. Thus
a little death scent. I have
no master but always wonder,
what is making my master sad?
Maybe I do not know him.
And rattled down.
The wind was shaking me all night long;
Shaking me in my sleep
Like the definition of love