[In the style of the Gunpowder Plot Rhyme]

Oh why, oh why, the 4th of July,

Remember, remember, the 5th of November,...

The sweat tastes of her salt, of course, but also of the chalk that dusts her palms. The room feels warmer than it shoul...

I just lit what is likely the last fire of the season. I primarily warm my home with a heat pump these days, but on occa...

Winter just fights to hold on, and does not go gently. Even a mild winter, like this one, with only the rarest of harsh,...

Three too many cloves of garlic. That’s what it takes to get the apartment to smell of soup. I let it simmer over the lo...

Gazing at the night sky, I try to let go of the shapes that I know. Dippers, and hunters, and heroes — bears, sisters, a...

It smelled of old coffee. So many things do.

My finger ran across the dry skin feeling puckers and bumps that I could...

I see
what the fire
reveals of your eyes.

Your soul
golden
agasinst the brown of your skin
makes itself known.

A...

for you i wait not longingly contently completely utterly still within knowing that one day you and i we will be

I wake With my fingers moving Across the coarse cotton of the bed Toward a notion of you. Breathing deep I dream your s...

inside
there is a space
that aches
of a ghostly hollow
yet to come.

a future memory
of a piece
of myself
yet to...

You came to me
the day you died

But, not to say goodbye
No

To ask me
simply
to remember.

there are joyful seeds
planted
before the rain.

and I sit
in wonder
of joy

while all I can do
is smell the stor...

Easthampton – 27 Originally uploaded by sagefire.

On the stairs
I stopped

And
in silence
I watched

Quietly
sl...

upon waking

with the warm glow
of you
utterly present

i sigh
a smile.

still listening

to your eyes

and
all...