other poemshttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/other-poems/other poemsen-US2008-11-23T18:31:42ZSquarespace Site Server v5.0.0 (http://www.squarespace.com/)waiting for the thenhttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/other-poems/2008/8/23/waiting-for-the-then.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-08-23T17:06:07ZRare is the center.

It's either up or down - bright euphoria or howling grief.

Autumn's chill leaves me sinking - skin-pricked and worried.

Winter is so very strong-willed.

Already one feels it.

]]>tomorrow is a long timehttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/other-poems/2008/5/19/tomorrow-is-a-long-time.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-05-19T19:15:02Z ]]>blankhttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/other-poems/2008/5/9/blank.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-05-09T22:56:00Z Where you ought be there is only emptiness
this and the howling pain of a sharp stone driven in again and again.
I stumble, I fall, I trip.
No matter how hard I try to stay steady
I find the feat impossible,]]>tish tishhttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/other-poems/2008/5/6/tish-tish.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-05-06T23:11:37Zenough of this that the otherwise

surprise! here i am where are you

when it all comes down

how can you say you did you don't you will you won't you will

]]>new england winter, eclipsehttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/other-poems/2008/4/8/new-england-winter-eclipse.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-04-08T14:34:13ZWinters raw, summer brief; just enough for the heart’s thaw.
One equinox slips quickly and quietly to the next
like so many ribbons about a maypole;
sun sun moon moon – eclipse.]]>the other | hangmanhttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/other-poems/2008/3/19/the-other-hangman.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-03-19T12:23:30ZYour suffocating, dark womb devoid of ripe fruit.
Black branches clackedy-clack your brittle gossip
Whore whore whore – I’ll slit your throat yet –]]>letter | fifth avenue, new york cityhttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/other-poems/2008/3/18/letter-fifth-avenue-new-york-city.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-03-18T13:17:36ZSo tell me, Would you, do you, hear my cries through such
delicate palms, a years’ long prayer, immortal afternoon
Responsive answers to your litanty, expected & promised.
Pressed palm-to-palm I will be]]>unsent letter no. 2, february 22ndhttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/other-poems/2008/2/24/unsent-letter-no-2-february-22nd.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-02-24T22:41:51Z Today the weather is changeable – first blue, now grey.
The sky tears occassionally – sleet on the window.
The goddess has become a real ice-bitch marking
the morning the sky cried sheets of rain and I thought of you.]]>west season | two wordshttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/other-poems/2008/2/4/west-season-two-words.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-02-04T21:58:32Zyet still the ride draws you electrically southbound, Medusa on rails.
Just this once you’d like to feel the laissez fair air of the other coast –
to be as pacific as the Pacific; specific in your desires and your wants.]]>blankhttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/other-poems/2008/1/31/blank.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-01-31T03:11:57Z Where you ought be there is only emptiness
this and the howling pain of a sharp stone driven in again and again.
I stumble, I fall, I trip.]]>stone madonnahttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/other-poems/2008/1/31/stone-madonna.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-01-31T02:12:38Zcarving each lithe limb as I limn this world and that,
existing after all for the count.]]>the blessinghttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/other-poems/2008/1/31/the-blessing.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-01-31T02:11:55Z your mouth to my mouth; you whisper
     dos gefelt mir – this pleases me.
The thousandth kiss of summer – bittersweet, too brief]]>what vanisheshttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/other-poems/2008/1/31/what-vanishes.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-01-31T02:06:37ZMan is in-love and loves what vanishes;
1919 – Yeats.
You wanted to wrap my finger in these sad words,
engaged forever in a cracker-jack box ring.]]>spirit israeli | two wordshttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/other-poems/2008/1/22/spirit-israeli-two-words.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-01-22T13:44:50Zthe chalked-honeysuckled roads that dust my boots
-    all the way home.
The others, they remain homeless,]]>mars oppositionhttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/other-poems/2007/12/28/mars-opposition.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2007-12-28T18:10:56ZIt makes the seasons alarming flashing lights that
announce only the brief exchange of gifts all the more absurd.
Not the northern star’s bright silvered guide –]]>