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Thursday, July 19, 2012

A Nightly Tide of Words

So still I lay- my breath
of tossed cotton falls
flat off my cheeks,
my eyes yield choked light yet
to suspended skeletons of voice.

Your words stay. I let them down
cold lifetimes away,
yet my sore heart recalls,
lets their echoes light up through
tunneling mazes, grown in glass
hollow with the din of wait.

They'll turn through me, soon
in touches loud with laughter,
soft in the rustle of song-
we'll fly through the bars
of the shuttered city night.

 But, dear muse, I'll sleep now-
not another tangled ode,
turning over a reasoned fire,
not another blind wanderer
setting out with bones of mist!

Roses of Summer


My shade sits quiet here,
its heartbeat a branch drawing
in the sand around embers,
faint in my unwrapped eyes,
too low for the lights to brush.

I wonder if I am ill with you,
if this rushing wind I send
across my harp-strung sky
should stray in rest and clasp
your warm hands,
and trickle to you.

But while I am here, dear
if I may find you I fear
I know not your hand-
the last bloom of this vine
indeed
closes fast without it.

Friday, June 8, 2012

For Jessica

I lay my plea here,
seamed in and silent
in the river between us,
trembling with an echo full.

I clasp no prayer
from a heart you never knew,
but may this go to your sky,
your road- may my small hope
light the shadows you walk.

With this, my muse
is but a wandering branch,
a leaf of sky in the stream-
it casts its wings down
to seek the sorrow in me.

Take this light of my day,
take it before it finds me
where I cannot rise;
take these feather-thin lines
and break them into flight.

Friday, April 27, 2012

His Finger Wills a Shadow

His finger wills a shadow
with soft, reverent breath
weighing but a candle's flame
as to pool on my skin.

There are old battles here,
blemishes drawn there, cut
from a different life, to seep
deep as the luring, chanting
persuasions in my blood.

But with him, I know
no clock, no tearing the bone
to shake or the knees to quiver,
or the eyes to string tightropes
for walking through glass.

For him I am still,
for he locks me in
myself again, in his hands
me, until he comes in.

Friday, March 23, 2012

Published.

This is positively terrifying, but I couldn't be more elated. I'm sorry I haven't been here much lately, but I just got my first freelancing assignment from a publisher, and I'M TO BE PUBLISHED! I know it isn't much, just an ebook, but then I think of all of the people that will read the portion that I wrote and see who wrote it, and I'm excited. I was going to post a storm of poems here, as I normally do when I have a lot, but since someone's paying for it now, I'm going to hold back a little more. I'll still come here, but I'm going to mix things up a bit more in terms of what I post.

Monday, February 13, 2012

The Seed and the Heavens

I close my eyes,
A seed again, cloaked
in a thousand years of war-
A mystery, my gates breathe
to the one who binds
my roots to the wrinkled shadow.

Beyond, she waits,
a lovely siege
with eyes of buried fire,
her form serene, yet unyielding
as the highest cloud
sleeping in the sky.

Come the deluge of stars,
we take each other,
intertwine like broken trees,
reaching, so blind
we forget who we are.

The cold shakes us away,
but we grow together
deep into the ground;
it keeps no one
we still try.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Knitting Records- Cabled Arm Warmers/Wristlets

With Red Heart Super Saver in color Heather, and size 8 circular or straight needles, cast on 37 stitches. Knit two inches of 1x1 rib, flat, not circular knitting. Then switch to K1 *P1 K4* until the last stitch, knit the last stitch on the right side.

On the wrong side, P1 "P4 K1" until last stitch, P1

Do that for one inch, end on the right side.

On a wrong side row, P1 *K1, slip 2 stitches to cn (or rn), hold in back, P2, P2 from cn or ln (if you don't use cable needles, are left handed, and you slipped all four stitches back to the ln after twisting the cable)* P1 on last stitch. This is a row with 4 stitch cables.

Go back to alternating between K1 *P1 K4* K1 and P1 *P4 K1* P1 for another inch, repeat the twisting of cables.

Then knit another inch of that 1x4 rib.

Finish with five inches of 1x1 rib, then bind off.

Seam together, leaving a gap for your thumb.

I'll try to post a picture ASAP.

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