Tag Archives: death

We sweet Orpheuses

Posted on 11 October, 2009 by allisunknown

The Columbia has abandoned us, the Willamette, too; and the Guadalupe; and San Jose. And Portland. We’re abandoned into history. We’re run aground on a little island, but it isn’t really a little island — it’s a sea monster. Verily. … Continue reading →

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A funeral at sea

Posted on 12 April, 2009 by allisunknown

I’m in the habit of killing things, smashing small insects, tugging at the stems of tulips and tying flowers into my beloved’s dark hair. If you cut off my head I too will be a picked daisy and Kali will … Continue reading →

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We go so fast

Posted on 22 February, 2009 by allisunknown

What are we paying for? There is traffic that halves a man’s life, that puts a boy in a vise. There is convenience, convenience stores of storied convenience, inconvenient continental breakfasts in the lobbies of multi-storied antiseptic hotels. Expensive motels. … Continue reading →

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The first and only time I thought of You

Posted on 17 February, 2009 by allisunknown

[another older poem, from about a year-and-a-half ago] I dreamt of a time when the mottled pieces of our puzzled planet stood in fault lines when in fact they were nobles of perfect lineage and with each movement made ruins … Continue reading →

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The redemption of William Randolph Hearst

Posted on 20 July, 2008 by allisunknown

When death comes, it snatches with quick & clumsy kittens’ claws in a frenzy of untrained aptitude. It comes with all the clumsy enthusiasm of a teenager. It doesn’t allow for last words or unfinished business or secrets whispered with … Continue reading →

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Our city lives are still

Posted on 16 July, 2008 by allisunknown

Ours is not quite a Brave New World; though we’ve learned to exist upside-down, and still the blood in our veins, ultimately we desire grass and ground to step upon, and though we value the perks of our city lives … Continue reading →

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