Wednesday, October 26, 2011

In Observance

Cool drops fell
slowly
from the white sky
in observance
of this ending

This ending is not one of longing
this ending is not one of lack

I mourn the death you caused
I wail the pain
of the sacred lost

My love was a gift

See shooting stars
and lunar eclipses
and eyes locked in laughter
don't happen so easy

Rhythm
is the rare bloom

We were a discovery
stumbled upon
the final frontier
our nuclear reaction
a source of exponential
energy

You dismantled
our collision
Froze our
bolt
You stole
the promise of
light


The rain and I sit
in grief




Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Silent Crime

I fell n love w u n silence
I fell n love w u silently
U came and went
U came and went
And came back again
So many times
I was certain
Certain u cared
And then I dared
Dared to believe
U loved me
I wasn't blind
Or confused
I thought it was a matter
Of timing
A matter of you
Well that's what u told me
I could've inferred more
Deduced beyond your words
But I trusted you
I feel shame
For betting on someone
Who could be so cruel
I feel terrified
My hairs on my arms keep jumping up
Just thinking of you
Terrified of what damage ur willing to do
Terrified of how little we humans matter to u
Sometimes I see her n my mind
Walking by
She scares me too
Bc she reminds of the night I
Came in contact
W the worst of man
Like watching the film of crime
Committed against me
You robbed and you stole

And me and the fibers of the soul
that string between humankind
will not forget 

Bird

It was loud,
fast jazz
on tuesday night
we wanted to read
poetry
to interrupt
our official-ness

After the computer screened
words
he told me about a
dying bird he took away
from the concrete sidewalk
and placed in green brush
a quiet place
and peaceful death

I needed that dying bird story
like water

For a night
and then a few weeks in the aftershocks
you took all the dying bird stories
away
you made the world black
what if everyone was capable
of what you did
and so trust became
a shudder
a mistake
what if my trust was
was a

I cried against the fast moving hits of the upright bass
and my friend held my hand
friends,
they are the ones
who keep this world
while your gait
causes destruction
and your deaf ears
ignore the tender songs
of dying birds

Sunday, September 11, 2011

kado

on the train back from sousse to tunis
a guy sat next to me
and we talked in the worst way
with my nothing french
and his nothing english
we talked about the islamic party
then he said facebook?
and i said yes
and wrote my name down
then he handed me his lighter
"kado"
i demonstrated with my hands
that i can't fly with the lighter
okay
then we arrived to tunis
je suis ravi du parlouz avec toi
i was confused
and he motioned that he is going
he shook my hand
bye
and i got it and he smiled
and that smile
had something in it
the mix of bye
and that smile
i walked out of the train station
onto the street
i was the only tourist on the train
in the station
i walked out 
hoping i would find a taxi
and looking for him
the boy
just because that smile
radiated me
but he was nowhere
and i walked out the door
of the station
all the bustle of people and cars
in the night
"maryam"
and before me was him
"kado"
it was a leather bracelet

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Tunis


I am so inspired by this place. Its truly the real thing. These people. Enlightened leaders, regressive followers, Islamist, Progressives, Women leading the way. Its remarkable. This is the true fight. Both sides are armed with thought and action. I met with a journalist and went with this one musician ngo guy to this entrepreneur girl/super activist office and they were looking at the demo of newspaper she was making for the most progressive party here and they were discussing the articles. There were edits through out the full color 5 page paper. She was laughing nervously as he read through the articles, it was as if they are dropping something dangerous onto the world. They argued for half an hour about when the referendum should take place and how much power the constitution writers should have and for how long. Khouraif, the guy, looked at me and said, we have differences in our families, much less on the street. 

They have a citizen bus and citizen coffee shops throughout the country. And the thing about all of these ideas and activities is that they are theirs. They come up with it and do it with their savings.They never even knew their country before this, they weren't allowed to associate publicly particularly in the regions and now they are making networks. People are planning for each political milestone. One woman started educating women about the vote bc she said  "when they passed the law that there should be equal representation bt men and women in the constitutional assembly,"i felt like this was my country." She said over and over again "we are the first" to receive the official badge and training as election monitors. She showed me the badge. She said she carries it with her everywhere because she is so worried she will lose it. She says to me "if the country goes, if my daughters have to move out, at least I can't look at myself and say I didn't mobilize. The television asked me to come give live analysis after the prime minister's first speech. I asked my husband, should I? He said, no, it could be dangerous. I waited. And then I said yes and did it."

I looked at her and you could see that this woman's ego was small, what led her was not ignorance or passion, but thought and principle. There are many people who are plagued with the same need to prove themselves, to make a name, to be a leader. But within them, among them, are people that are chill, that know of a purpose larger than themselves, and so they pursue it with ingenuity and thought. Somehow, though every fight is personal, with the people I met, particularly yesterday, they were whole enough, not to need the fight to fill themselves. 

The aesthetics are nice as well, old ornate white homes and buildings, smoky lounges with mint tea, lots of art deco and long boardwalks with cafes. Public space is important here, people are having conversations together, walking around everywhere. It was a funny dictatorship that's for sure. Some women have gloves on their hands while others can barely pull the jeans off their skin. A breeze is constantly blowing with a temperature not cold and not hot. But most important is the light. I tend to be judgmental about a place by how the light shines on it. The sun beats relentlessly on all white walls during the day and at sunset the light turns the whole town pink. Last night I drove from the city center to the coast for a meeting. As we drove the sun began to set and against turquoise blue water was a pink and violet sky. We dipped into small streets, the bustle of the city continued, and men's robes,girl's t-shirts, and minarets were all colored pink.

I can't say that all of these feelings and sensations are new. I think its the strange mixture here that has compelled me. Maybe I am not shocked, but I am pleased. 

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Saturday Walk

The water is polite
gentle like a spring
The silence of the city
the calm of the sweet drip
like a walk on the shore
of an abandoned island
I can't tell where this street ends
Green is enhanced
and almost violet
pink bursts in little flowers along the way
Water teeters on my brow
joins the rest on the concrete
a river forms
on its way south
the air is like a cucumber
extinguishing the heat in my muscles
underneath my skin
the hurricane keeps steady
like a gradual friend



Thursday, August 25, 2011

Thursday Walk


Its time for clothes
Strings and cotton
won't do
the cool suddenly
feels like I am naked

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Wednesday Walk

The breeze was
like a silk scarf
slivering over my body

Trees stretched their branches
onto the sidewalk
reaching out like a lover's hand

Lone crickets held perfect time
in between each beat

August still needs a jacket

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Tuesday Walk

Tree shadows
scamper on the sidewalk
and crickets still chatter into the night

But August is cloaked
in Fall attire
and we all love
the pretense

A small ocean wave made out of air
pushed over my face
as if we lived by the water

The earth shook
to remind us
that our 2 PM meetings
can be thwarted by more
than slow internet

In the epicenter of that rumble
I secretly hoped
that we could
just keeping trembling








Saturday, August 20, 2011

I woke up

Life can be up and down
Or we can be up and down
Choose one but don't mix both

If some thing is wrong
It's wrong
and eventually like swallowed plastic toy
Your system will shit it out

If some thing isn't wrong
And you make it wrong
Then you will just get headaches






Friday, August 19, 2011

Tawts

Thoughts are loads lightened when shared.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Jungle Heart


Monday, August 15, 2011

Okay

Some people want to know why
why alone
why so much
why this destiny

I stopped asking why
now I just say okay

Sunday, August 14, 2011

It rained

Hard
almost made me blush
the apartment lifted
buoyant
we floated
down 19th street
what it did it matter
any way?
it was all being
washed away
all that we were
the water waited
for those who knew
how to surrender
for those who
didn't
to drown

It rained hard
and we rode it down
the street
10:10 PM
August
distinguished
rain



Thursday, August 11, 2011

I found my heart of hearts
Last night
It was 2
the moon
Came up into
View
in the window
I didn't want you
I want
the surrender
The fall
The give
across the room
Across the way
The give
In the walk
In my heart of hearts
At 2 am











life's other mood

one morning
i found
the other side of life
like a hidden personality trait
of a friend
or
a rock on the beach
whose true color is dull
dry and on the bedside
table at home

that this was it
just it
there was no thrill
no climb
no chase
no end
no ecstasy
simply morning
and night
hours
and days
seasons
and years
life was not
a constant chase for bliss
actually no
life was stillness
and then limits
with its own will
stronger than mine
life was two long lovers
passing each other in the hallway
to the bathroom
two friends sitting in silence
for a lack of things to say
for all that we can do
to make it faster
stronger
bigger
more meaningful
sometimes
life just is

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Heartache Survival

Like living
in an atari game
I was buzzed
zooked
and dddddded
up and down
right and left
And then it was game over
Lost
there was no breeze that I could feel
there was no cricket
I could hear
summer
was as solitary as
winter
Days were full of
activities
that could have been
should have been
shared
Bike rides
swims
walks
and stars
Heartache survival
like miles walked
or a craft honed
the heart
too
never forgets
so into the muscle fiber
goes
steroids of loss
in preparation
for the next
grand
climb


Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Need Beautiful

I need beautiful
like you need a napkin
it needs to jump in my face
and make me a smile
a laughter out loud
a tingle inside
I need amazing
like the strange light
the other night
Sparkles sparked
once in awhile
popcorn
tastes like greasy paper

Monday, August 1, 2011

a girl's hope

night was different
steam was missing
weight was lifted
the light was so
that friends called to tell me
did you see the light?
it was 8 oclock
but now its nine
a rabbit leaps across
from one side of
the city street to another
passing a car
like an ambitious deer

i pass two men
and their bushels
boxes
carts
and collections
one topless and in shorts
sifting through their booty
the other
sitting on the cardboard
mat
leaning against the abandoned wall
he made a sigh
like the kind a desperate man makes

A couple passed me by
he smelled like a lover past
I smiled
remembering the thrill of that whiff

A few friendly calls
a scoop of chocolate gelato
and home was close by
I wasn't ready to say good night
the breeze
like an inviting wave in the ocean
I stayed out
another circle around the block

An alley way
like a straw
I went through
there were no decisions
no turns
I followed
and it spit me out
onto the road

There was a promise
somewhere
I felt as if I was chasing it
down one of these
streets
I felt it
dangling before my eyes
it was there
there was a promise somewhere
and it filled my torso
with a girl's
hope

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Family

Their loyalty is impervious to my own changing tastes and their love has outlasted many of the relationships I've cultivated on my own.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Strip Mall Days

There are days when I feel like I am standing in a concrete strip mall with half the stores foreclosed wearing a suit tailored for a fat man with no ass.

There are other days where I feel like I am me, and everybody else is them.


Thursday, June 23, 2011

Light



Of the top ten reasons to be alive, observing, witnessing, experiencing light must be one of them.

Solstice Week of Light

The light had gone strange
that week
like yellow bulb
covered by gray silk
7 AMs were spent
listening to
sweet rain
too polite
to wake you
if you weren't already

the week was gentle
it had to be
the little
was moving
the large into a new direction
like a tiny ant
pushing the carcass of
a bug twice its size

all there was time for
was the light

over the small slit
of green explosions
in the city
was an evening light
covering the setting
sky with a mother of pearl
blanket

the grown up summer
so many small things
to see




Monday, June 20, 2011

transition

jose luis
the mountain guide
climbed mountains for
12 years
in his eyes
was done
a year more, he said
then he would stop

jesus was the cook
but he was stronger
and knew more about the land
we joked about him opening
a restaurant

vico was the amazon biologist
six years of explaining
the science of the jungle
next year he too would
move to a new town
and quit explaining

meg & nik
were right before
the rest of their lives
marriage, babies, and mortgage



the world to know

I had mountains to climb
and oceans to dive
I had races to run
and words to type

I had books to write
and poems to share
I had love to make
and beats to hear

I had foreign friendships to foster
and swaying trees to watch
I had tropical flowers to photograph
and amazon birds to listen to

I had languages to learn
and people to connect
I had bitter plants to eat
and local liquor to drink

I had tears to cry
in forests alone
and laughter
under sheets in
early morning

I had youth to mentor
and elders to follow

I had colors to paint
and songs to sleep to
I had sunrise to gaze into
and sunset to stand before

I had the world
to know


No Strategy

Black mornings
of gradual noises
horses
and birds
winter sunset
and we were asleep

the schedule
wasn't urban

movement
and observation
were the only required skills

decisions were
proximate
when to move
and when to stop
that was all

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Chaos is comfort

The chaos of the unorganized was once my only relaxation
Certain places invoked that comfort than others
I must be growin old
Or I found a new chaos closer to home

Solitary Traveling

They ask me why I travel alone
There are things I learn only
After prolonged silence
Only as I watch a plane lift off of the ground below me
Only after the third hour of the bus ride
Only after my mind has thought all of it's practical thought
And enters into it's daydream

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Last weekend
was the weekend of blooms

Spring observations

My mother interupts you while 
You are talking to show
You the blooms of the spring
While u walk together
She points out each color 
In case you missed it
Now I do this too 
I saw an old woman
That looked like a little girl
She had a small pony tail
A satchel
Little legs under a short skirt
But it was her face 
As eager as the first day of school
Ever
To get the best grade
Mr Clark isn't next door 
Anymore
But his chair is
So every time I come home
I think I'm going to talk to him
But he got tired too and found the earth
I put the petal in baby nephew's hand
The color was so bright
He couldn't resist
Even tho it wasn't the big tires on a moving truck 
summer is coming 
I know that's good 

When you left

When you left
It cut like a paper cut that wouldn't heal 

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Be Here

This is where you always have been.

Friday, April 1, 2011

what if it was alright?

life, all the bads
all the goods
what if it was alright?

what if missing that
brought you this
what if this
made u miss that

what if going slow
made it happen faster
what if rushing
made u pass that by

what if the emptiness
made u fill it up
and the filled
made u run away
to a new paradise

what if the door closed
and the wait was long
so the sun could come out
and u didn't have to wait in the rain

what it if was alright?

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Super Glue Operation


Hours
of proximity
were warm bursts.
We swam through the chills.
In the concrete ocean, 
we were the insistent blooming trees.

Hours
they passed by
and came again
changed slightly
we went through them with care
we plodded
until we landed 
on the bench
Ignoring the table’s distant chair

Silence was our primary song
but laughter, the kind that comes
from those that believe little
and sense too much,
creased the sides of your mouth
and roared from my cavern

Poor circulation
a hand in another's pocket
for the final
stroke home.

Winter not relenting
spring succumbing
sauce and meat
dinner 
with legs crossed
on the floor.

We were before something
and we were something

The last hour
a super glue operation
You hold the sunglasses together
I'll apply the glue


Super glue operation

Hours
of proximity
were warm bursts
like swimming through a chill
in the ocean
they passed by
and came back again
changed slightly
we went through them with care
On concrete and grass we plodded
until we landed on the bench at the bar
Ignored the chair at the table's end

Silence was our primary song
but laughter, the kind that comes
from those that believe little,
and love too much
caused two creases on the side of his mouth
and wild roars from within my cavern

The last hour
a super glue operation
You hold the sunglasses together
I'll apply the glue

It was before something
and it was something









Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Reacting

3 tons of water
Dropped like
Bricks
Explode On top of 
Too many splitting 
Atoms
The 3 inch
Hand of a baby
Put in the tube
For more reacting
 damage
the company men
Calm us
The government 
Reports
The truth 
Eludes us 

Sunday, February 27, 2011

60 degrees farenheit

They say its going to be
60 degrees Farenheit today

The geese were loud this morning,
barking
in the sky
gliding past
the apartment

It was a long winter

Atrophy of muscular structure
change in molecular makeup
We let it happen

It was a quiet winter

Here we watched
While we toiled

It was a revolting winter

30 years
of enduring
the silent daily betrayals
erupted into
the small flames
of a fruit seller
those flames had children
spewing
their pains across
dialect
and terrain

It was a cold winter
We went in
and what we saw
was not enough
not okay










Sunday, January 23, 2011

what if



what if you got so used to
your hiding place
you forgot
that you were hiding




Thursday, January 13, 2011

How Far Do You Have to GO

Before you are certain you are smart, successful, good, worthy?

Is it the journey you love?
Or Is the finish line you are waiting for. The linesman there, telling you:
NOW YOU ARE ALLOWED TO STOP
STOP
ST
S

Monday, January 3, 2011

The Grown Up Good Decade

Commences.

We all went into debt, traveled the world, ate overpriced dinners, indulged our egos on twitter, bought energy inefficient everything, and ignored our neighbors. Now that all of that is out of our system, now that we made our mistakes...we can spend time being responsible for our actions, thinking through what we do and why, and make some good in our communities.

I'm an optimist.