Wednesday
30Jan2008
a hard rain
Wednesday, January 30, 2008 at 09:08PM The soft rain streaks the windshield.
Makes of it a lens through which the world is a vivid, unclear watercolor.
Today the further shore is further.
midwinter is always somewhat bleak and while some of the work here is bound to be reflective of that, we hope to find the heart of the season as well. Remember that this is the part of the year that leads to Spring and the budding of the trees and rising of the sap and all things new when we all emerge from our heavy winter clothes and women, at last, can show off their shapes in billowing Spring dresses and men can walk about, heads turning, just as we, likewise, turn to catch and hold your eye. So with Winter there is hope, hope that soon, Spring will come and everything comes to bloom - all will come soon to fruition... what could be better than that? sadi ranson-polizzotti
Wednesday, January 30, 2008 at 09:08PM Tuesday
28Feb2006
after absolution
Tuesday, February 28, 2006 at 04:14PM I tell myself it’s not a sin. You say no. Non.
Never emphasis on word, sealed with a kiss.
How serious then are we, church returned, absolved.
Monday
06Feb2006
afterward
Monday, February 6, 2006 at 01:14PM Nothing changed.
I hardly expected,
though part of me
wished. Sentimental
to the death, and I do
Friday
14Jan2005
all that you are
Friday, January 14, 2005 at 07:16PM You are old enough to feel it. You are old enough to fear it. You are far away from home. You are too old to yearn, yet you do. You are too wise for heartache, yet you ache. You are too hardened to heartbreak, yet you break.
Monday
17Jan2005
because she was spice
Monday, January 17, 2005 at 06:31PM A woman young and olive-skinned pours milk over her thighs. You are transfixed. Caught in the raw moment of desire. A fire I did not light. This fascination, you say, I’ve acquired, no doubt it comes from you. Your own red-faced transgression.
Tuesday
07Feb2006
Bechet & Saalah
Tuesday, February 7, 2006 at 11:19AM Bechet tempts, takes what
was mine, was ours. Friday’s
demon, ogre, dark. You move
to the wood, Saalah, dragging
his prey. The day is yours.
Intended for lovers true.
Wednesday
30Jan2008
black dream
Wednesday, January 30, 2008 at 09:14PM Me now in my blacks pouding the avenue with my ballet-slippered feet.
They lead me nowhere through the deluge –
- A widow lost in the city; an out of place orphan on the page.
One swipe of the red-pencil and I am erased.
Monday
20Feb2006
black forest clock
Monday, February 20, 2006 at 03:29PM It was a raw winter. My, your heart bloody and bruised,
we had done the same to others; leaving them to deal with the crisis of
betrayal, the awfulness of hurt, of a seeping wound that would not heal.
Thursday
20Jan2005
change of taste
Thursday, January 20, 2005 at 08:52AM A woman, young and olive skinned, pours milk over her thighs and you are transfixed. Caught in the moment of raw desire like Bunuel. A fire i did not light. This fascination you say i won't
Wednesday
01Mar2006
Communiqué
Wednesday, March 1, 2006 at 08:27AM I am raw Clipped to the bone. An animal declawed, defenseless.
You leave me here like this, knowing I can take it.
You tell yourself this - it makes the going away easier.
Sunday
26Feb2006
confession, lent
Sunday, February 26, 2006 at 05:05PM I have confessed, impatient penitent.
I waited for the curtain to draw back.
For the litany to begin.
Tuesday
09Jan2007
confidence in the New Year (& other bullshit)
Tuesday, January 9, 2007 at 05:21PM Even in the New Year, you usher in the old.
The what I so did not want to expect.
Yet here I am; there it is,
and all around the hoarfrost ground crackles, pisses –
Friday
03Feb2006
day's end
Friday, February 3, 2006 at 02:51PM Days stretch out before me, an endless horizon.
I know that strictly this is impossible.
that one day, like everyone, I will die.
I live, wait for the seizure charges, a mare, nostrils flaring.
Why my own grim reaper has come to take me home!
Saturday
04Feb2006
girl, new york city
Saturday, February 4, 2006 at 12:56PM All blatant and beautiful, she walks city streets
Speaks only sotto voce, mezzo forte, awakened
By her mother who says, You are Gods favorite.
His special chosen one. Year she will believe this,
Even then after Dad’s disappearance; twelve-years-old
And never once did she cry, the affair at last over. The
Thursday
02Feb2006
i'm
Thursday, February 2, 2006 at 03:24PM I’m not the one you thought
oh no you figured it out you
thought but ho, you were
wrong to think, such thoughts
they steer off course,
a car I once crashed
but on purpose, a field,the cows
look curiously on and I sat
head to the wheel and sang
my mourning song. the long-
Sunday
26Feb2006
in a name
Sunday, February 26, 2006 at 05:03PM It is Sarah. God-given Biblical.
Linden-leafed and green, Your eyes tell me it is so.
God given Anglican presumed Jewish,
Tuesday
31Jan2006
interupted song | partita no. 2
Tuesday, January 31, 2006 at 05:21PM He tells me it’s a mixed state, that’s all. I wonder mixed of what . 
What mixed with what? Elation, depression. A fight to the last.
Neither of us knowing which will win; there is just hope.
Compassion rules the moment; compulsion rules the day.
Impulsivity is everywhere. I am off the hook.
Tuesday
31May2005
like raymond chandler
Tuesday, May 31, 2005 at 07:08PM It’s like a Raymond Chandler poem – full of suburban grief, not grief, yet with some cowboy edge. The bad boy of Wellesley ; the bad boy of New Canaan .
Thursday
13Jan2005
Lot Number 6 - 8 : Property
Thursday, January 13, 2005 at 09:53AM It is the blue hour. The quiet before the dawn. No sound save for coo of dove, a few birds, perhaps, the early crow. I sit beneath my
Monday
06Feb2006
mad swirl of mania - 10,000 volts.
Monday, February 6, 2006 at 10:35AM It’s a tilt a twirl tea-cup. A ride of thrills and nausea.
the salmon-colored pills will help with this.
With these mild aphasias, these tilting and off-balance manias.
You cut a swath through the thicket.
A route to guide through the good night.