Whistling for Moonbeams

Here is one last faith in metaphor. That it must do what it's meant to, and draw you near. Abstraction is the silence of skin: - f...

"It's like I'm falling out of bed From a long, weary dream The sweetest flowers and fruits hang from the trees Falling o...

On a rainy day, one entertains thoughts similar to rain. The general chill in the air becomes a prolonged brush of coldness against reluctan...

I am typing down these words. In the background, Jeff Buckley is singing, "kiss me, please kiss me," and I am wondering who he wro...

A conversation is an overture to many things: the next conversation, kinship, love. Cross this out. We redirect, retract, swerve--we talk ab...

Today is your birthday. Today is your birthday and in my mind, we are thirteen again. It's 5 in the afternoon, and I am standing by a ...

Water. Oh, to soak, to sink in dreams of you, to wade through you, or drown, perhaps, but gloriously. Because I cannot swim. Stop str...

Is that moonlight in the water? I stand up to get a better view of my view of the lake. All things that could be still are still; only the...

I grieve my inability to turn you into what I want you to be: here. You are always somewhere else: next month, seven steps ahead, a moment...

I remember the scent of burning candles. One finds oneself at home in the crowd, the lack of space. One gets accustomed to the rush, the m...

Today, it is dew that you awaken to, a morning wrapped in cloud, soft notes from some distant music. Yesterday's weather report said it ...

--In the swell of evening, all is space and more space. Crickets go darting the night to alliterate a face. They scree a name t...

"People, they love blood. They love action.  Not this talky, depressing, philosophical bullshit." This year, Neil Patr...

"As I lay next to you in hyperacidity," I sing, in my best imitation of Geoff Tate's unabashedly bass bass, my best imitation ...

I am piecing you together, broken, absent one--you are whole because I say you are. I think you up in metaphor: the rustle of leaves again...

My eyes sweep the clutter around me, looking for material, wondering which one goes first, which one goes with what, which one stays where i...

I am throwing a smooth, grey stone your way. It will land near your left foot. You will look up from the book you've been trying to re...

"There is a river I found---" - from "Something From Nothing" In Sonic Highways , there is a man, and the man-...

Let me tell you about my recent preoccupation with stasis, about the question of what one is supposed to do with it, about whether one is su...

euphoria. noun - a feeling of great (usually exaggerated) elation Thank you, mobile phone dictionary, for being so succinct. Euphoria is ...

Morning. My thoughts are taking a walk, with I in tow. They are traversing a path strewn with certain hours of certain days. Objects, sights...

I survey the distance from I to you and stifle a gasp. The plan is to calculate and come up with sums, but I end up counting differences, ...

draw a line on one of your furrowed brows, and make a cut, a cut along your frown. I would like to trace that line. It cannot be clean, th...

There is a distance made of walls and on the other side, you. Where are you, dear friend? How are you? Sometimes, it is a thick slab of gla...

These days, I spend a lot of time watching you. I'm not entirely certain if it has something to do with the years I didn't get to sp...

We agree that someday, we will have a garden, and that garden will have: lots of green grass; a perennially mild sun, whose light plays on g...

This is how I know I'm not all right; this is how--and when--I know you're not with me: no matter how late the hour and no matter h...

You wonder. You wonder about the storm, wonder about the things it may have taken with it when it went away. The dust, the prayers, the h...

There's an element of strangeness in it: being half in love with something for as long as one can remember and then, one day realizing o...

You have betrayed me, Eros. You have sent me my true love. - Louise Gluck, "The Reproach" Waning, trembling, loss of br...

what surprises you most in what you feel, earth's radiance or your own delight? - Louis Gluck The lamps were lit, the street was ...

Sacred and unutterable Mind flashing thorough the universe one thought, - John Berryman Let me tell you how it happened: My fore...

Daybreak. Pale rays of light cleave (your) consciousness into humid halves. Edges start to blur. A book of poetry, sprawled on your left th...

Mo chuisle, you have come back. Rest now, dear heart. Rain has laced the evening with crystal drops; look at how they shimmer in the moonl...

Slanted stems of sunlight bathe the room in the aftermaths of a stowaway morning, and my eyes catch movement, elsewhere. Elsewheres are far...

And indeed, there will be time... There will be time, there will be time. - from "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T...

She caught her by the wrist and said, "Your wings are bleeding." Startled, Czarina slowed her steps down and looked beyond her ...

He sank into the couch like an old friend and lit a cigarette. His pockets were full of unused scripts, obscure facts, and cryptic notes; m...

A door in the mind closes, its sound barely perceptible. It may never leave an imprint in the memory, may never be heard, may never be felt....

The onlooker is drawn by her face and he is never left with much choice: either he stares, outright; or averts his eyes, only to take a seco...

Hollywood Giant Walt Disney's 20-year chase to obtain the film rights to P.L. Travers' Mary Poppins books finally sees its end; me...

Aside from movies, books are my favorite things to snack on. In between my Oscars craze (3 titles left to watch: "Nebraska", ...

I've heard it said that if you want to know how a girl, or a woman, will look when she's older, the thing to do is to look at he...

It's been almost a week since I saw "Her" and I still think about it. I was putting up new curtains this morning, and I though...

I was watching Conan O'Brien clips on YouTube last night, saw this , and cracked up. photo from laughingsquid.com I couldn't...

You're at the grocery store. A Lady Gaga song is playing, and you're trying to decide which brand of canned peaches to buy. You r...

"Sometimes, I feel I'm fighting for a life that I just ain't got the time to live. I want it all to mean something....