[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.

And t...

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 be vac...

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 storm.

I...

Easthampton – 27 Originally uploaded by sagefire.

On the stairs I stopped

And in silence I watched

Quietly slowly...

upon waking

with the warm glow of you utterly present

i sigh a smile.

still listening

to your eyes

and all the...