The only thing I'm patient about in life is writing--that is a given. There're times when I show exemplary patience in other situations, but those are chances more than faith. Sometimes I think that's my excuse for not living a real life like other people do. I walk away from things a lot, when others prevail and sort things out. Well, what can one do about it?
I have a guest post up at Michael J Solender's blog not from here, are you? The little flash piece or sketch was written for my girl friend Polly Ho, after a photo album she posted on her Facebook.
On my desk: Mosquito, a collection of poems by Alex Lemon. I'd recommend this book.
Mosquito
You want evidence of the street
fight? A gutter-grate bruise & concrete scabs--
here are nails on the tongue,
a mosaic of glass shards on my lips.
I am midnight banging against house
fire. A naked woman shaking
with the sweat of need.
An ocean of burning diamonds
beneath my roadkill, my hitchhiker
belly fills sweet. I am neon blind & kiss
too black. Dangle stars--
let me sleep hoarse-throated in the desert
under a blanket sewn from spiders.
Let me be delicate & invisible.
Kick my ribs, tug my hair.
Scream you're gonna miss me
when I'm gone. Sing implosion
to this world where nothing is healed.
Slap me, I'll be any kind of sinner.
I saw Alex Lemon read last week. He's very funny and compelling. His poems always seem to surprise with their language and imagery.
ReplyDelete