August 27th, 2014

fluttering-slips:

WHAT TO KNOW

I can’t write anything new for you,
reader, I can’t tell you anything
you don’t already know, but you’re still
here so I must have gotten something right
or, at least, you can tell I’m not lying.

I know the colors of your bruise,
and that’s not it, I know the way
you feel about…

fluttering-slips:

BLANKETS


Before sleep
peels itself from my body
and goes off to hide in the corner by the hamper
until the sun sets again.

Before my breath is completely back to normal
and I think of all the things I have to do today,
of the twitching eyelid which may come
after the cups of…

fluttering-slips:

MARRIAGE

All year, crawling home from bars—through snow, rain and sweat-stinging summer nights. But in August peonies began to beckon me from the kept yards of houses we’d never own because we couldn’t keep money in our pockets, because we were always going to bars, because we never cared for…

fluttering-slips:

Amavero
for H.

The woods were filling with the deep amethysts
of October and the windows of Stone Hall flashed
with sunlight that morning you stopped me
to ask how I liked my classes. Your bones hurt
me with their keen angles, and your long
blue tie hung down the front of your shirt
its…
August 26th, 2014

fluttering-slips:

The second day of autumn is strangely

damp, green: a starfish pulling in weather
and clinging to its desire for things
to fall. I miss the deciduous. I miss
knowing frailer things outside the bound-
arilessness of this primordial soup.
There used to be Time and now there is only
endure….

Home Are the Sailors by Samuel Hazo

Like those who sail away and then come back,
we keep returning to a port we’ve never left.
A life we used to live await us there as
shores await all sailors home from sea.
So much is differently the same.
And yet what is the present but a future that the past made possible? There is no older story.
And what are we but random pilgrims stopped in progress to remember?
It now seems more like then, why care?
As long as home means where
we most belong—for just that long—we’re there.

fluttering-slips:

My Tattoo

I thought I wanted to wear

the Sacred Heart, to represent
education through suffering,

how we’re pierced to flame.
But when I cruised
the inkshop’s dragons,

cobalt tigers and eagles
in billowy smokes,
my allegiance wavered.

Butch lexicon,
anchors and arrows,
a sailor’s…

fluttering-slips:

Poem for a Man with No Sense of Smell


This is simply to inform you:

that the thickest line in the kink of my hand
smells like the feel of an old school desk,
the deep carved names worn sleek with sweat;

that beneath the spray of my expensive scent
my armpits sound a bass note strong
as the…

fluttering-slips:

The Quiet World


In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying…

fluttering-slips:

Valentine

Cherry plums suck a week’s soak,
overnight they explode into the scenery of before
your touch. The curtains open on the end of our past.
Pink trumpets on the vines bare to the hummingbirds.
Butterflies unclasp from the purse of their couplings, they
light and open on the doubled hands…

fluttering-slips:

Poem



A clementine
Of inclement climate
Grows tart.

A crocus
Too stoic to open,
Won’t.

Like an oyster
That cloisters a spoil of pearls,
Untouched—

The heart that’s had
Enough
Stays shut.
August 25th, 2014

Director Spike Lee was hesitant to cast Halle Berry as a drug addict in his 1991 movie Jungle Fever, because he thought she was too beautiful for the role. He says, “Halle Berry, that’s her first film, Vivian, the two-dollar crack ho (sic). So when she came in, true story, I said, ‘You know what, you’re too fine to play a crack ho’, But (she said), ‘Spike, I can do it, I can do it’. I couldn’t buy it, I didn’t see it. She came back one more time, as the character. That was it.”

Director Spike Lee was hesitant to cast Halle Berry as a drug addict in his 1991 movie Jungle Fever, because he thought she was too beautiful for the role. He says, “Halle Berry, that’s her first film, Vivian, the two-dollar crack ho (sic). So when she came in, true story, I said, ‘You know what, you’re too fine to play a crack ho’, But (she said), ‘Spike, I can do it, I can do it’. I couldn’t buy it, I didn’t see it. She came back one more time, as the character. That was it.”

(Source: exquisiteblackpeople)

fluttering-slips:

you say i have a good mouth

but it is only good when it is with yours.
Gently toying the in between where I can feel

your breath hot on my lips.

Your mouth is only good in smile.
A reflection of my own,
reminding me that we are only as good as what we make,

and what we build.

You say I…