Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Cover Song

Cover Song

When I sing your song
my voice breaks where yours breaks

meaning the sudden splinter in your throat
that morning you recorded it

was contagious

I have replicated the small pain
your voice gave away while reaching
for the second verse

Oh the virus of longing
that flits from throat to throat

and evaporates

like the basic white butterfly outside
my car window that reveals itself

to be two white butterflies
who part

and equally carry their pallor
into the flowers

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

The Greater Good

The Greater Good

If there are windows let them be covered
and if they cannot stomach their veils
explain that sometimes we must do
that which we cannot stomach

The porch for instance has allowed itself
to be nailed to the front of the house

The tree will never be a giraffe
but can take inspiration from the neck
of a giraffe

I have seen gratitude
in the window smudges

Monday, September 15, 2014

Trophy

Trophy

I entered a contest for anticipatory leaf-mourning

Second runner-up prize: a match
First runner-up prize: an axe
Grand prize: combination rake and sitar

The song I am making with it
is built from so many trees

Friday, September 12, 2014

Delira and Excira: Visions of the Flowers of Spring


Back in January of 2011, I wrote a poem, “Seasonally Affected,” inspired by the photography of Stephen Tomasko. I absolutely adore flowering trees, and was immediately drawn to these saturated, intense, sensitive images (by an Ohio artist, too!).

Last year, Steve contacted me about including a few of my poems in a book of his. I’m honored and thrilled to report that the book is out, and it is GORGEOUS! I got to meet Steve in-person last night at Paging Columbus, where he shared a little about this project.

It’s called Delira and Excira: Visions of the Flowers of Spring. In his photographs, he brings our faces close to these branches and blossoms, calling attention to how the light hits and illuminates the flowers. I find these images lush and emotionally charged.

Flowers, trees, and plants are definitely important in my writing, especially lately. I often have a visceral response to flowers and trees--it seems amazing how what grows is both a record and a product (of weather, time, and climate).

To anyone who craves flowering trees and all of their overwhelming beauty, this book will feed you. You can order your copy here, through the publisher, Shanti Arts Publishing, and learn more about the project in this recent feature at Lenscratch.












Thursday, September 11, 2014

Appleseed

Appleseed

The apple’s heart is a pocket
and though it brings the future
it also clasps space

In the way that the between-tree-space
contributes to the trees and dictates light

what isn’t here
is here