Recalling Hurricanes — the curve of longing

Watching the news with its relentless telling of horrors great fish swept up into the swirl creatures swimming in circles their instincts failing in the rising tides. Breath traps in my throat a memory a different day and respite from the taunting winds, the wild, the world we were famished and driven to the shelter […]

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Relic — the curve of longing

for Anjoo If you were still alive I’d grab you by your lush black hair drag you to the cafes of our past recount for you my many conquests, read aloud my poetry, drink red beer until we nearly fall in love. It’s late. We stagger home through streets empty of moon, of birdsong, talk […]

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Can You Believe This?

Grief

Look what my girl is writing now!

the curve of longing

In the bowl of her hands she held a wish, kept alive with her breath and the beating of wings.  Mornings, when mist first rose off the dampened grasses, she whispered a small prayer before walking the labyrinth of blood and memory,  Each journey brought her back to the same place; the moment she lost him, the years of his leaving.  Had they died in childhood, a veil of tears would have swaddled them, keening women would have sung them into the heavens where they might have floated for eternities in the comfort of each other’s arms.  Instead he removed her from that fisted muscle beneath his bones and replaced her with something small, impenetrable.  She became clay in the hands of uncertainty.  He thought himself a warrior but whenever he cast his blades they hailed down upon him, wounding and scarring the flesh of his life.  She became an…

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Minkowski’s Love Poem

Minkowski’s Love Poem

(Einstein’s teacher who suggested space-time in 1908)

 

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how we see ourselves

is an illusion     an avatar

of wishful thinking

reflected in the eyes of our admirers

every gesture practiced

refined    garmenting

the image of a self 

we can never be 

alone

 a part of the logarithm

of our non linear lives

imagine X in terms of Y

in terms of X

symbiotic

necessary

we dream 

each other’s daily lives

beyond touch 

separated by oceans

by choices 

shed the bravado

the pride   you

are forgiven   forgive me

know

i would rip the fabric of the universe

bending the geometry of space time

just

to kiss you 

again