“Late Winter”
the fuzz-tipped fingers
of late winter trees
set to bursting. Sprinkled blue pods,
like fish eggs, set to rest
in the palms of furs.
The buffed, dark magnolia leaves,
clasping clenched pearls in their tines.
“The Children’s Hospital”
open-faced, without a portico,
spread eagle to the unhemmed inlet,
always blue and running between oaks and the old
Blockade Runner, capped like a groom-cake
with [...]
Tatting Lace
Frivolitè: the gentle inculcation
of knots and loops, my fingers hitching threads
around teardrop-holes of light.
This white and gentle nothingness
spreads the tied tatted lace into petal shapes
on a late winter afternoon.
Parliament is perched at the river’s brown edge
like a sprawling pin-plumaged bird,
serious and gothic.
But my thoughts turn to her,
in the 1920’s “Leica” photo-card: her closed-eye smile,
hands [...]
“Oracular”
“Faustine of the Birds”
“Pretender to the Known”
“Scoliosis”
Suspended like moon phases, sliced and strung-up
on a crooked wire, the blurry bones hung.
I wanted to be left alone
with the round warble of the negative,
pressing it, as he did–with a snap–
to the square, backlit, nowhere. He talked
of a naturally bowed head. I saw
the bent neck of an egret, gazing before
its feet in [...]
A Couple of Things I think are just great!
Okay, Oprah on the brain… she keeps popping up in my daily conversations. And, well, mi amor, Stephen Colbert made a ridiculously funny joke about Poprah (Pope + Oprah) a couple of nights ago on his show. So, I am posting about great stuff the universe is [...]
Jane Iradelle Williams Blackwell
Frizzed chocolate hair parted centrally,
into a Grecian bun, covering the ears of a somber face.
Two soft, grey eyes carry the ocean to Marion,
where John has built her a house.
They met at a wedding in Wilmington;
she was kin to the Derizettes on one side,
and he on the other. It was his coal-black [...]
“Books Burned Her Early”
“For we think back through our mothers if we are women” (v.woolf)
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