"Dazzle Gradually" 2017 poems, paintings, new art & photography--a diary, a discipline, a delight. Read over my shoulder as I post my unedited poetry ---you can see it in the raw or get my first book and see how the work evolves with new books rolling out next year.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Because their mothers were silent,
the babes rounded out a volume of time
telling a thread of loves around
the wooden spool of their dislikes
distrusting carefully so not to break
the constant circling string,
and no matter how wildly we wave
our tears to show we need mending,
they will never understand their power,
but wrap ceaselessly and unending,
because to join two parts together
the snip of the scissors is the first thing.