5 March 2007
Vol. 7, No. 1
treasure our mouths
not just for gold under our tongues
but for silly raptures they accidentally exclaim…
Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
I've got an arrow here;
Loving the hand that sent it,
I the dart revere.
Oh plunge me deep in love—put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love…
What though these years of ours be fleeting?
What though the years of youth be flown?
I'll mock old Tempus with repeating,
"I love my love and her alone!"
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
8 February 2007
Vol. 6, No. 4
if the salt-cured ham glazed
with honey is no longer
my sweet sweat on your
tongue and your fingertips
forget journeys along my
5 January 2007
Vol. 6, No. 4
there, behind that full
moon, in another state
in another hour. If I were
to tell you that my need…
5 November 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
The language of the daisy isn't dead
but one hundred seeds in a pack
are dormant in their dry dark, some
dirt and water all you'll need…
Mr. Fix-It, you're no passkey Schneider,
eager to put your key in my Julie.
Oh, but say the word, my big star lucky —
I'll curtsey like a love-hungry spider.
Come live with me and be my Love…
2 December 2002
Vol. 2, No. 4
Open on the desk Kafka
is flying in his little bucket
the drops of ink he spilled while becoming aloft
form the profile of a woman's swan neck…