selected past writing at 42opus
We had our first sex on a 70s era couch (while MTV's 'The Real World' played); it made my allergies go off—that's the reason I laid my head on your chest, because the cushion was giving me a rash.
And I remember all these details, but only one by one,
as you recount them to me;
and I recognize the scenes, but only one by one,
as they appear before me.
15 September 2006 | poetry
One star sharpens
and blindly pours out
all its death, one's pinned
open, a yellow surge
emerges in a slur
of eyes rolling back
5 September 2008 | poetry
It was the expectant month. The rivers rose as fast as they fell. One morning the cherry trees were freckled with something like green blood. There were the usual hardships and joys, and often they felt quite unusual.