Monthly Archives: July 2009

Unpeel the Orange

Unpeel the orange,
loosen the albedo,
separate the segments,
clean off the pith,
pop the vesicles,
drink the juice,
plant the seeds
where there is sun,
water the sprouts,
fertilize the roots,
savor the scent
of the white blossoms,
warm the fruit,
pick, repeat.

Pile of Orange Rind

Conversation Going Nowhere

A Twitter collaboration between @neilfinn and @pfanderson

Day One

You can say the magic words
I got my sensors on

words are magic, magic is words
(siren, serene, sliver, sword)
opening hearts, closing minds
(eggshell, box, & lemon rinds)

She said nobody move
Or I’ll bring the house down

Rustling in the dark,
cracks, pops? Nothing but old house
sagging down to earth.

My wish is for you
And end to your sorrow

Swathed in cool robes,
she bows her goodbyes,
the warmth of embrace
just in her eyes.

So paint a circle in the sky
Out of breath receive the arms of love

Beneath us, shadows
limned by an airborne bubble
blue around our eyes

When you shake off the shadows of night
And your eyes are so clear and so bright
You make fools of the liars and creeps

Day Two

they seem bright, honest-
the firefly constellations
dark’s gentle flowing
seducing with their silence
misleading the other

Today I am still disconnected
To the face that I saw in the clouds
And the closest I get to contentment
Is when all of the barriers come down

Look not at bright dots
embedded in mist.
The space between things
shapes the connection.

We’re standing in a deep dark hole
Beneath the sky as black as coal
It’s just a fear of losing control

Eyes closed, skin alive –
feel air move, waves shift, the rest?
moment of balance

Cuckoos call, pendulum swings
I thought you knew everything
Lift my hands make the cross

Arms raised, our hands cross
(maypole ribbons when dance is
done). Summer comes in.

No one is wise
Until they see how it lies

Day Three

Fingers warm and stick
with sand trickling to the beach.
Lie down in the light …

I lit the match
I lit the match
I saw another monster turn to ash
Felt the burden lifting from my back

Day Four

the stone is a stone.
it doesn’t become lighter,
we become stronger

Then I wake up in your room
To share one piece of your life

the dreamwalker shifts,
sits in the rocking chair, rocks
changing face and form

Remember my loose tongue
Forget what I just said
I’d crawl over broken glass
If we could start again

Day Five

Broken bits of glass
tumbled in salt and sand
grow soft, full of light.

Here’s someone now who’s got the muscle
His steady hand could move a mountain
Expert in bed but come on now
There must be something missing

Sun haze, glory days –
teen boys swap and top stories.
Where is the mirror?

I have all I want is that simple enough
there’s a whole lot more I’m thinking of

Light shivers and sings;
crystals chime of needs, desires.
Echoes ripple, fade.

Tough outer shell
But so you can tell
She’s soft underneath
Where you sink your teeth

Day Six

Marbles, hopscotch, jacks –
we’re not playing the same game.
Ah, for a good book.

I saw you there by the side of the road
You wore long faces and long overcoats in the rain
Waiting for buses to carry you home

Soft staccato rain
embroiders slumber’s edges
with midnight’s needles

I’ll be brave, put all my fears away
I’m hoping that I get the chance to meet her

Day Seven

Meeting, greeting,
Hey! It’s sleeting!
Duck & hover,
Run for cover.
Save handshakes for another day
when beating rain has gone away.

There’s a small boat made of china
Going nowhere on the mantlepiece

On my mantelpiece,
a filly nuzzles her colt,
mama bear breastfeeds,
St. Nicholas cuddles Christ,
Grandpa Morris holds his Ruth.

Sing it anyone got my eyes got my face
Sing it everyone got my nose got my blood

Walking down the street,
seven matching noses,
like Russian nesting dolls,
in sizes big to small

Go kindly with him
To his blind apparition
Whose face creases up with age gone grey
You’ll be back here one day

Last Day


Tales from my head
I can’t buy the book
No one’s listening
But I guess you could
Try whistling this


show me the sacred —
opening and arising,
the breath, wet, bone, stone.

Inspired by this momentile from tinydancer