Two new poems & some catch-up

[crashmargulies]

Hi friends, it's been a long time since I've posted a blog post, writing, or anything fun, really. Recently my girlfriend dawnsupernova expressed wanting a space on the internet to share her thoughts, and the TL;DR is, what she was describing sounded a lot like a blog! So we spent last night working on new themes and wiggling settings toggles, and now, tada! Fancy new blogs.

In honor of the idea that I (and Dawn, and I think some others) are trying to write more again, below are two new poems. I may also work on consolidating my body of work here to Dreamwidth, as it would be nice to have one chronological collection & DW allows me to edit posting dates. So, if you're interested, you can go ahead and use a dreamwidth account, or another OpenID-associated account to follow both Dawn and I. Otherwise, I'll keep posting links here to my other social media (for now).

Thanks always,
Crash

Dyschronometria

 

migraine hypnagogic again 

I see

the full moon or just 

the cherry of your cigarette,

I am a moth 

either way.

 

I look for you in dappled light,

in summer heat. near the river 

my blood is made of. In the mountains 

older than the first thought of bones. 

 

somewhere in my mouth the susurrations of ferns,

the sigh of the pines.

somewhere in my chest, the night cats shrieking, 

dreaming of blood.

 

when I wake, there are only streetlights

and salt water

 

 

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Patchwork Hill (for Little Bit)

 

Outside my back door is a patchwork hill--

steep, threadbare, hay-dead grass.

sun March-bright and blinding

 

I sit with you there

on the pitiful hill

on the cold earth under 

the patchwork grass. Bury my face 

and my worries in your neck

as you cry

Adjust the bones

in my body to hold softer 

and stronger your bones.

 

There will always be chores, always

paperwork. Always 

men who make decisions without us. Always

worries bigger than the steep slope

and the dead dry grass

of the tiny hill. 

 

There has not always been sunlight.

There will not always be you.