gracelands

On the morning of my ruin
I will dress in a vest of bees
as the sun crimps the sky
and light spreads, tight,
intricate as a honeycomb
over the home I’ve chosen.
The bees will cloak me; goldenly
close they’ll wander me,
those I once feared,
those who seal the suit of mail
no other ruin can sting.


Sarah J. Sloat

gracelands

On the morning of my ruin
I will dress in a vest of bees
as the sun crimps the sky
and light spreads, tight,
intricate as a honeycomb
over the home I’ve chosen.
The bees will cloak me; goldenly
close they’ll wander me,
those I once feared,
those who seal the suit of mail
no other ruin can sting.


Sarah J. Sloat

I’m lost evermore
and my heart is a prisoner of this moment
like a tattoo like a scar
an ever permanent lamenting story on the torn pages of my soul

I’m lost evermore
and my heart is a prisoner of this moment
like a tattoo like a scar
an ever permanent lamenting story on the torn pages of my soul

broken branches on Flickr.

broken branches on Flickr.

Heart valve

of all this almost 
to a where

about as strong a lure as love.

ELIZABETH ARNOLD

Heart valve

of all this almost
to a where

about as strong a lure as love.

ELIZABETH ARNOLD

Human Flower on Flickr.

Human Flower on Flickr.

Your life will bring heaven to earth. –The Sutta-Nipāta

Your life will bring heaven to earth. –The Sutta-Nipāta

“I’m like the weather, never really can predict when this rain cloud’s gonna burst; when it’s the high or it’s the low, when you might need a light jacket.

Sometimes I’m the slush that sticks to the bottom of your work pants, but I can easily be the melting snowflakes clinging to your long lashes.

I know that some people like:

sunny and seventy-five,
sunny and seventy-five,
sunny and seventy-five,

but you take me as I am and never
forget to pack an umbrella☬ ― Naomi Shihab

“I’m like the weather, never really can predict when this rain cloud’s gonna burst; when it’s the high or it’s the low, when you might need a light jacket.

Sometimes I’m the slush that sticks to the bottom of your work pants, but I can easily be the melting snowflakes clinging to your long lashes.

I know that some people like:

sunny and seventy-five,
sunny and seventy-five,
sunny and seventy-five,

but you take me as I am and never
forget to pack an umbrella☬ ― Naomi Shihab

Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.
—Robert Frost, Nothing Gold Can Stay

Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.
—Robert Frost, Nothing Gold Can Stay

Morning after morning
the orange grass keeps burning
Under the grey grey sky.

    — Olena Kalytiak Davis, from “Buhrstone”

Morning after morning
the orange grass keeps burning
Under the grey grey sky.

— Olena Kalytiak Davis, from “Buhrstone”

When I love
I become liquid light
invisible to the eye
and the poems in my notebooks
become fields of mimosa and poppy.

When I love
the water gushes from my fingers
grass grows on my tongue
when I love
I become time outside all time.

When I love a woman
all the trees
run barefoot toward me…-
N.Qabbani

When I love
I become liquid light
invisible to the eye
and the poems in my notebooks
become fields of mimosa and poppy.

When I love
the water gushes from my fingers
grass grows on my tongue
when I love
I become time outside all time.

When I love a woman
all the trees
run barefoot toward me…-
N.Qabbani