Saturday, August 27, 2011


You are
The severed limb
That lies forgotten on the arena.
With strained voice
I struggle to sing above the sound
Of your phantom pulse.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

How do you know you are?

I published this post on my The World is Your Diary, but I'd like to post it here, too in case anyone reads it.

How do you know you are?

During a lesson on the human condition today, I asked my students to respond to the following journal prompt:

What makes us human? How do you know you are human, anyway?

I (and my students) would like to know what the world thinks of this question, so please take a moment to respond thoughtfully in the comments. Do it for the children!

Wednesday, August 10, 2011



Your gaze is coarse
Like line-dried linens
Sweet-smelling and
Sun-warm but rough to the touch

You strip me of verbs
And use them to
Skin me, pepper me with your pupils
And sear my being
With heavy nouns I blush to utter

But I return your gaze
As an insolent child stares down the sun.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

A Riddle

My insides are a matter of opinion,
And my possessor selects the tint and temperature
That my crystal skin reveals.
He hoists me to the heavens in exultation,
Then kisses me with greedy lips
And I drown him in dizzying blood.
He transfuses and again drains me with delight,
For I am naught but a vessel of delicious summer night.

What am I?