Last night I read some poetry at the monthly Reading at Rao’s. It was great, the room was packed, and people clapped for my poems. It’s a really accessible and welcoming environment in which to share your work. Congrats to Rachel Adams for organizing such a wonderful series!
Much Needed Conversation
Talking to you showed life to be
as hopeful as bright orange
and yellow leaves falling through joyous sunlight.
But when I woke the next morning,
I looked for the leaves,
and they were gone.
3/25/08
Restrained by Your Facticity
I like poetry, so I’ve decided to post one of my poems here every week until I run out!
I made a friend the other day.
A chance encounter greased our tongues,
our minds revealed through repartee,
as stories told fatigued our lungs.
But then things went a bit too far:
the TV lit the darkened room.
And now, I fear, a blackened char
is all that’s left of what did bloom.
Our greetings like clay pigeons fall,
brought down before their arc’s complete.
In saccharin charades we stall
in awkwardness, and then retreat.
Lest failure fallow all we sewed,
I hope that we will still be friends,
despite the troubled, bumpy road
we’ve traced to get to where this ends.
1/29/08