Monthly Archives: Jan 2011

The Wait

It is life in slow motion,
it's the heart in reverse,
it's a hope-and-a-half:
too much and too little at once.

It's a train that suddenly
stops with no station around,
and we can hear the cricket,
and, leaning out the carriage

door, we vainly contemplate
a wind we feel that stirs
the blooming meadows, the meadows
made imaginary by this stop.

              -- Rilke

Let it Simmer

Nothing has really happened just yet. But that might be for a reason. The only consolation I could use: am no fan of immediate gratification.

Only the third week into the new year, but I already saw the light out of the tunnel!

(And so Sally can wait…)

Beau-ti-ful

Two things happen if I feel that tickle at my heart. I read/write poetry and I dress myself more nicely than usual.

Sex makes many demands, and somehow it seems wisest to respond to them without necessarily taking them at face value. What we repress return to us.

Bacchanalia (J.B.Bernstein)

I lie
Before you soaked
in white orchid, its redolence
assails like devil’s fire. And when
you sheathe my body
with your flame, I get drunk
from the blood of you  the flesh of you.
Then, when the new moon mounts
black sky, I inhale your breath
and pray to you: Swallow me
alive.

New Moon

The first week of the new year, is slipping through my fingers.

A couple of fine stories, a stepped-up pace after a long vacation, a new found love for hardcore journalism, some potential ripples in life — that tickle at my heart…glad I’m still able to feel it.

I want to place my lips on a tender spot tonight.