Sunday, October 27, 2013

i grieve for you

i thumb tacked my sorrow up on your wall

again yesterday.

your facebook page telling us all

that you lost Libby today.

It was Sunny last week.

Kajarkur a couple of months back.

they get old and sick

and we watch they die

hold them so they can go easy

and tell them again how much we love them

as we ease them toward death

and ourselves toward the pain that lies waiting.

sorry isn't enough

not by a long shot.

my words don't help much

but they are all I have

to let you know

that i hurt for you.

My inlaws--Bill and Kay--two of the gentlest and most loving people I know, had to put their two dogs down during the last two weeks. I grieve for them.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013

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Saturday, October 19, 2013

A Taste of You

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Anna Bilinska-Bogdanowicz

My desire swells

    Stitches pulling

        Against tightly folded days,

   Piercing skin

       With blackened needles

Pungent in its patina.

Colors stroke cheek and arm

  As I reach

For the image of you

     I have scattered in the stars.

I press my eyes against them 

as I gather them

In the fullness of my skirt,

A bowl of you

Offered up


As I taste you again.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013 

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Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Afternoon's Exhalation

Ukiyo-e print book wrapper (fukuro). MEDIUM: 1 print : woodcut, color. CREATED/PUBLISHED: [between 1830 and 1880] Page in: Ezōshi fukuro harimazejō. [Japan, not before 1878]. Published in: The floating world of Ukiyo-e : shadows, dreams, and substance / essays by Sandy Kita ... [et al.], New York : Abrams in association with the Library of Congress, 2001, p. 207. Exhibited: "The Floating world of Ukiyo-e: shadows, dreams and substances," organized by the Library of Congress, 2001. No known restrictions on publication in the U.S. From the Library of Congress.  In the public domain in the United States.

The afternoon gently

sifts amber light

across the backs of leaves

veined by autumn's first push.

I watch their shadows dance

in the wind's chatter.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt

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Sunday, October 6, 2013

City of Secrets

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 Madonna des Kanonikus Georg van der Paele, Detail: Bibel und Brille des Kanonikus
Jan van Eyck

I sit in the city of secrets

Chasing midnight dreams,

The sacrilege of smiles,

As lost as scars held tightly

On the shadow’s river.

The ghosts of spirits dance next to me,

Their first dance

Calibrated to end at black desire.

The devil dons her diadem

Seeking the restoration of urban fantasies

Milking a bit of death along the way

Out in the unincorporated zone

On a cold fired road.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013

I was waiting for jury duty in the county library--and made this up from book titles I saw on display in front of me. 

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Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Drawers of Dreams

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Laundry at the Daluaine Summer House, Highland Folk Museum, Newtonmore, Scotland
Paul Hermans

you wrap your dreams
in sheets of softest cotton,
Pima maybe,
folding them carefully
to fit in the drawers
you have created for them.

squares of imgination
carefully creased,

catalogued in a book kept 
especially for easy reference.

it crosses your mind but rarely
to pull the drawer open and peek inside.

but i caught you 
in that very act the other day,

your head cocked just so
folding back their covers
the smile playing on your lips
in the warm light.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013

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