studioQ.

i moved!

2006-05-28T01:50:00.000-06:00

i am moving this here poetry blog to WORDPRESS!
blogger just doesn't cut it for me.

http://ableparris.wordpress.com/

see ya there, yall!

click here to hear my new music

2006-03-01T22:58:00.000-07:00

is it nylon from the sky?

2006-03-01T22:34:00.000-07:00

The end of a rope falls closely to my face
whenever I wake up too early.
and for those nights i can't sleep, it's
bread and milk and the forming of words

I was the best man in a wedding where the groom
was given an IOU for a collie, and never
heard from the gift-giver again.
It didn't seem strange to him

Paint on the inside of a cover of a book
with yellow and red and blue.
work it across the page with a pallet knife.
A cut-out of Christ to remind me of holiness

Fifteen years and I was throwing darts
over my shoulder at photographs of young
women I had stopped talking to. These
actions seem never to really end

I climg at the same rope while finding
my way through the hallway. Using my phone
for a flashlight I swallow a cough. Leave
the solving of problems till morning

2005-12-18T20:30:00.000-07:00

While Always Having Loved

2005-12-18T20:17:00.000-07:00

A squeezed orange colored the sky.Vinyl scratches. The scent of evergreen fading to exhaust pipe, the one tied up by a wire hanger. I bought my first car at 19. Thursday evenings at YJ's for Pad Tai, followed by a walk around the four corners of Westport. Portland by my side. Scales of a piano, and a good many questions ending in, "...do you know what I mean?" History is written in fragments. I remember more since she said yes.

A door soon to close

2005-12-18T19:58:00.000-07:00

I opened a door
Lit a candle on
the third match

Shuffled my way through
caution and boxes of summer clothes

Each day I hold hands
with insecurity
Like a tarp stretched
between two buildings

My candle casting
blue shadows on places I might
have gone, blessings
I could have spoken

I find laughter
at the end of each city block
My stride widens
Taking flight Hope

Up here, without worries weight
I take breaths from a funnel of Love

Lungs expand, heart, expands
Victory sounds the conch

Those I had forgotten
become close to me
They lay like stones smoothed
by a river, young
mountains growing towards clouds

ten round

2005-11-21T20:49:00.000-07:00

persons of an imaginary tale
lately seen in the flesh
recognized between the elm-tree and the stream

with a gleam of yesterday gone away
no more narrative
not even truth inwardly

say more if wished to say more
it was enough bridge-water and image
a white rippling blur

2005-11-20T23:48:00.000-07:00

propagations

2005-11-20T23:43:00.000-07:00

destroyed domestic birds yesterday
while meantime ponders its options

the woman at the well

2005-11-20T23:39:00.000-07:00

the willow whispered its secrets to the rose bush
"it is not that i do not wish to be pure
i like the sky, but i have eaten dirt all
of my life; what will Heaven have of me?"

to a young lady

2005-11-20T23:34:00.000-07:00

dip a japanese brush
in blue India ink
from behind your back
you have written you history

for a young man's turning

2005-10-27T19:29:00.000-06:00

i closed my eyes and spit seeds
to find roots in broken soil

but my blindness turned the sun
to shadow my indifference

earthworms have found their way
as angels thunder dimension

poetry

2005-09-29T22:35:00.000-06:00

writing everything
in few words
or less

september 28, 2005

2005-09-28T18:23:00.000-06:00

this morning was warmed by
a basket of sunrise

we unwrapped the shades
made tea in the shadows
of plants, hands raised

survey

2005-09-28T18:15:00.000-06:00

i am done at myself
this "looking in" has
exhausted my existence

i suppose i will be witness
to applauding forests
and thankful stones

obliquity

2005-09-28T18:09:00.000-06:00

love whispers dangerously across
my pedestrial mind
until the curtain falls

God exposed as light
light in form of service
service crucified

the following day
i eat before hunger
close my eyes at pain

a finch climbs the sky

2005-09-28T18:05:00.000-06:00

covered earth
of sunshine fall
that leaves may sing
and wonder all

2005-09-11T19:13:00.000-06:00

3. play-do though a mold

2005-09-07T20:53:00.000-06:00

what confused me more
than the Earths' growing
was that they said the Devil
did it to help the nomadic family

2. moonlong

2005-09-07T20:50:00.000-06:00

ten thousand embers galaxied
like an evening mass

three forgotten children
mouthing seat-belts

my cup is half-full
at times, until prayer

that vine of yellow blossoms
beautiful, though covering Blind Child

the most thankful farmer
taking soil for granted

1. september

2005-09-07T20:48:00.000-06:00

carry the raincoat and get soaked
what do you have that can't be sold?
two days of rain, now a green lawn

2005-08-29T22:01:00.000-06:00

the strip

2005-08-29T21:58:00.000-06:00

wednesday at the park
towne center became
an anthill where
bmw blackcat's
tore like sawteeth
through a plank
at 23 miles a gallon
back and forth
back and forth

2005-08-29T21:55:00.000-06:00

cul-de-sac

2005-08-29T21:18:00.000-06:00

over there a bucket sits
with last nights numbers in it

they spill out
black and white

in love we have two names
this one is worn

a cowboy whipped his oldest
with it on his belt

young man
bent over a knee

still can't read
"eight, nine..."

it's too much
just to keep quiet

downstairs in a tent of sheets
laughter settles distant

the garage floor- cold!
cut heel on broken glass

three fading steps
from a leaking gasket

crushing cans
"eighteen, nineteen..."

binoculars used for hunting
sit next to a glass in the kitchen

a boy washes dishes
his cloth a dolphin

the epitome of joy
imagination and breath

pisa

2005-08-29T21:15:00.000-06:00

as he approached the streets
empty walls put away
four hundred gates
without ringing sundown
swung back
and went in

2005-08-21T21:49:00.000-06:00

coffee and word games

2005-08-21T21:32:00.000-06:00

she set
two letters
thirty points
won her only
a smile
victory was mine
this time

in a pond next to a mill

2005-08-18T21:38:00.000-06:00

the coiled neck of a goose
allowing rest for

not nearly enough to be
a flock
these winged migrants

i am near them
hiding behind the vibrations of cicadas
their loose interpretation of creation

a breeze lasts longer here
taking breath from an audience
drinking it in with a sketchbook glass

six take dry shade as a mistress
search for feed in the weeds, and raise
a white eyelid for rest

one makes himself like a weather vane
just before a jealous superior
bites at his down, takes his place
with no thanks to the scout

of these, the most beautiful
john drew

goose, by john raux

2005-08-18T21:36:00.000-06:00

migrane

2005-08-16T21:34:00.000-06:00

a stuffed bear with
tinkertoys as arms
danced by an armchair
singing songs of circus
circling the magazines in
a figure-eight swiftly
sitting down silently
then made bubble sounds
through spit and sorrow
as a sparrow-headed
spaniel shouted
"sing another! sing another!"

just like her

2005-08-16T21:31:00.000-06:00

i sat on an olive branch
slipped consideration a note
and she said she'd think about it

the spoke mound

2005-08-08T23:00:00.000-06:00

leisurely invite a left-handed institution
to give retreat
and think of kindliness
having inarticulate passivity
quickened by a spiritual urgency

reckless mouth curving
tranquil and illumined
contemplation dragged away
but hesitated obligation
urging a loose gesture
as accepted dismissal

2005-08-08T22:58:00.000-06:00

for they shall see God

2005-08-08T22:45:00.000-06:00

the word pure has but one meaning
amusingly inappropriate, and how
deceived, its application to an artist,
irregular his life

tourists are shown the grounds
in which their
time overhanging it, works

the public holidays their coming
for long stretches of winter
from high windows

like a ship in sail before a following wind
continually and in silence
a pane of glass
past visible, sometimes
speak in stiff embarrassment

like French conversation strapped to their backs
a crocodile pocket-book
a clasp
silver snakes
which snapped
are you happy?

frightened vibrant as words remembered her
throwing words into the swaying train
throwing glittering darkness

having England and knuckles and reply and odds
and father, and wet afternoons and shelter
and smoke and face and reason, after
running away unexplained-impulse

summer hum

2005-07-26T20:47:00.000-06:00

sheets of glass all over this city are confused
on one side, the cicadas symphonic praises
the other dulled by air conditioners
the grid is alive this month!

museum

2005-06-11T06:53:00.000-06:00

entrance
Originally uploaded by studioq.

stung

2005-06-11T06:42:00.000-06:00

on a cool morning
i should like to see

all of the flowers
and none of the bees

1815

2005-06-11T06:38:00.000-06:00

on British ship
glided and turned

her prow southwestward
seeking

a heavy-shouldered
head set low

a much-worn young face
pale and set

looking always
across the sea

genesis

2005-05-15T13:29:00.000-06:00

hpl with dino
Originally uploaded by studioq.

list

2005-05-15T13:01:00.000-06:00

next week the circus
"rain or shine"

men home from war
another election, battered ballot

redemption song
tom dooley on the banjo, followed by "when the saints go marching in" on the trumpet

the news at 10
praying without ceasing
five o'clock shadow

the bend of a second-day tulip
rice and beans
synthetic fabrics
a haiku about love

removed!

2005-05-15T12:55:00.000-06:00

this blog has been removed by the author for being too contrived.

listen

2005-05-15T12:34:00.000-06:00

earth laid over a frame
a salt-swollen sandbox full
with two schools of halibut

the epistle of james

2005-05-09T22:49:00.000-06:00

guysEYE-cardinal
Originally uploaded by studioq.

this is what i've been up to lately

2005-05-09T22:32:00.000-06:00

a relative rang. i couldn't speak
long- i was on my way out
to the market to purchase
some knuckle-grass. it's so sweet
this time of year. i called
for a cab a half-an-hour
prior. a woman was driving,
it was raining. the puddles were
filling with letters of the alphabet. the ones
i had been planning to write
down for you. they were being
washed away before
i could put them on paper

my memory will surely fail
me before the morning
what will become of the thoughts
we don't record in books? even now,
i have sat down, with a bottle
of ink- i can't think of words
with purpose. which should
i choose that could please you?
if i were to see you, i would smile, lend
a hug your direction, and regret
it as a lie.

i do not have sadness except
in memories. the past is like an apple
fallen from a tree. it is easier
to have another man's words
on my lips than to face my own
what is it about those years
that bring this anxiety? you knew me
as the apple was hitting a branch
your hugs were distant, your laughter
was echoes crying, and your hips
were fat with tears. caramel fear
coated me with an insecure routine

not quite candy. not just apple
you couldn't have known

grace

2005-05-04T13:51:00.000-06:00

given to me as a gift
nothing has been more helpful

this is what it is to say, "that
all your life, all of your days, you
shall prosper even in
your suffering"

do you receive this well?
as well as possible, as
well as i am able

writenow

2005-04-24T21:59:00.000-06:00

who am i?
Originally uploaded by studioq.

to end all wars

2005-04-24T21:27:00.000-06:00

tonight i saw a star shoot right out of the Providence river, fly through downtown and land on a large rock between the highways. the moon was a grapefruit, tucked up on the peak of a pink house on the west end. as i drove past the star i remembered lightning. i thought of how quick it comes. of how it begins to leave before it is ever really here. but the star was still as gravity. it was a white glow. i thought of a promise that my father made me when i was 8. the fog on the windows the last day i walked alone. i have only spent one night in the woods alone. i played a Takamine and a harmonica till i almost fell in the fire. that night i had to get up for a drink of water, and i had to walk across about 5 feet to get it; i was still in my tent. oh, the tug of lust is strong! how weak i am in the shadow of smoke. the city burns, and i warm my feet on it. the star never dimmed, and i kept driving. i wanted to walk out to it, but i thought i had somewhere to be. when a young man dies, and he is standing in front of his Savior, what would make him turn away. when a thousand thoughts are running their way through his heart, and up to his head, what will he give for another consideration of time? the moon is white now. the star has not moved. a whisper, of course. thunder, again. a promise. fog. another string, plucked. harmony. water. fire. death. i am driving without looking.

Savior, that i might be healed!

this is about remembering

2005-04-21T08:57:00.000-06:00

holga-intersect
Originally uploaded by studioq.

if i, then we...

2005-04-20T21:23:00.000-06:00

if i could build a large tree-house
that stood high above the world

maybe i could rule from there
and take away your shame

death could give back what it stole
and your lamp would never go dark

the sword would be buried
in the dirt or lost in the sea

the tongue would speak only good
and life to you and me

anger would not be bottled up
and nothing be in vain

flowers could bloom all year
and never see rain

these things we take for granted
when we try to interrupt

he has made things right with Christ
we win when we give up

this time we will live again

2005-04-20T21:13:00.000-06:00

i sit here, in the shade of a tree
it's so kind to me
{i know} if it could let go
of all of its leaves they would bury me

the katydids would play a symphony of strings
the tree is as high above as it is beneath

if man could only root himself like the mighty oak
we could last through these winters and let spring soak
rid ourselves of umbrellas and take in a drink

the fireflies light the night
they are so free in their flight
chased like dreams and bottled like fright

to a leg-stroke musical
they loom amongst the trees
they glide across the prairie
escaping the seize

a letter to Q

2005-04-20T21:04:00.000-06:00

Q,

come
quicken yours questioning ears and quack quietly my qua-hog state friend
'cause quicksand comes after earthquakes
it's queer:
the queens rank
her quill full of quarters will quench her
quote me on this before i quit her
quantum quests ask questions such as this
when quality is questionable and quicksilver is high

can quiche complete tasks that quadrangle mine?
kelvins quadrant calculates quartets with cornets
that come stinging like hornets
quarts of composure disguised like trumpets
encompassing like question marks on sentences

quittance still blesses
those whose quotients quickens its composure
chew your quid
and keep quaintly commanding
to combat her

it's not like when we were young

2005-04-20T20:33:00.000-06:00

i sit in observance of my memories
i see a young girl shake her hula-hoop hips
to the sound of a boy humming into a fan

what does he sing? she
can't explain the comfort his hum brings

they live next door to me and when
they are not concentrating on
the hot-box in the corner
of the room, what is there to do?

what is there but short trips
on bicycles for potato chips
and hard candy...

forgetting your own people
and invading other countries?

this is about memory

2005-04-18T22:28:00.000-06:00

holga-lady
Originally uploaded by studioq.

wardrobe

2005-04-18T21:55:00.000-06:00

we drove, to the nearest embankment. and parked along the edge of an open sky. the ocean purring on our right, a sanctuary drawing its' thank-you's in the blue above us. i am always reminded of the time, but it reminded me of nothing else. an original moment, spontaneous. if it were fictional, believing it would be less of a chore. something about sky dissolving into tide into dunes, into blooming dunes into blooming kisses, into whatever could come next. like, if you could just clock-in to a moment like that. earn a few dollars sunken into vinyl seats with a.m. radio tickling your ears.
if it were overcast that day, we might have had better reception. so much static from a clear sky. it's a shame the sun tumbles like it does. so weak at the end of a day. sweating up there, i am sure. i can't blame it, but it is a shame. i don't mean to say i am unhappy with the moon, it's just– well, it's not worth getting into now. it was a beautiful moment. have you? i mean, have you absorbed a moment like that? like what i am describing to you? how can i put it? you know that feeling you get when a butterfly lands on the button of your shirt? you watch it, and care for it until it launches off. you slow your pace or even stop walking, and whisper. yes, you whisper as if you were to show too much excitement it would set off sooner. so there you are with you shoulders kind of hunched, you aren't moving your head, and you are whispering. when you turn just your eyes up at your mate, you whisper these words: "is it not beautiful?". it's almost awkward, you buckled like that. i hope you are beginning to see what i am discussing here.

{chicken}egg

2005-04-18T21:52:00.000-06:00

{egg}chicken

12:09am

2005-04-15T22:02:00.000-06:00

another brilliant night of life spent
i never fully expect an evening to go so well
the music wasn't even that great but the company superb

the pessimist says, "the world needs a new improv musician like i need a hole in my head"
i say, "when you want to see live music on a friday night in spring, let it be heard"

lay down your life for your friend, and leave poetics behind
quit trying to be beautiful, and serve your God
replace your thoughts with prayers of Heaven
do not be afraid! He is not a God of confusion

midnight

2005-04-15T22:00:00.000-06:00

water water, teeter totter, brother daughter, poach the sea otter
if i stand in one place too long my foot falls asleep
these things i have broken i can't replace

improvisation

2005-04-15T21:55:00.000-06:00

tim-mber... fallen tree
swollen knee, only me
lonely lonely

kiss her... if you were me
gallantly thee, four or three
save me save me

pon-nder... holy holy
silently tease, gutter leaves
draining draining

falling

2005-04-14T22:40:00.000-06:00

shot her
Originally uploaded by studioq.

body language

2005-04-14T21:40:00.000-06:00

it is universal. transcendental. its panoramic, while personal; louder than voice, yet, silent.
boy, man. girl, lady.

tis' the season, and always never while it is here. it is not. invisible by choice- ignorance, maybe. it is punctuation. one moment exclamation, another: question. let it be, and it will. give it attention, and it will expand to conversation, even reproduce.

its controversy is waxed paper. a banner raised high above the face. an epidemic. a cloak. insensible, profound, lively, bored, cutting, and always fanning the fire. a dark sky, an eclipse. fashion giving the snub. sacrilegious, and irreligious. positive and drunken.

a vacant housewife. a remedial tea. the torch of the tunnel. a redemptive evening. how can it be? who is going to pay for the loss? like i said. what will be will be. it is history in the making. as well as. a kiss full to the brim with galaxies.

if i am not yours, where do i belong? the raindog told me. a learned trait self-taught. hamsters and goldfish. short-term memory. chemistry. the head and the foot. free for all. skeletal. seasonal. intolerable. hairy or splendor.

can she come out to play? i will never be the same. mute. hyper. a link in the chain of. a thesaurus for rhyme. not a circle, but a sphere. miles added. tabloid driven. rambling and ranting and scatting and scoffing and all without thinking. bare-boned and back-broken. timid, outspoken, and of the top of his head.

sleep-walking. hyphenation. a disappointed parent. as pessimistic as glass of water, half-full. retaining posture. glad to lend a hand.

an american portrait 2076

2005-04-12T07:51:00.000-06:00

baring a reef's secrets
paint yourself into fall
touch a ghost
aspens in autumn gold gleam
above a sun-silvered stream

today. tonight. to Mexico.
riches from the earth
a century ago swarmed
"we drive... you look"
secrets of the locusts
where do they all come from?

flames of freedom, first lit by the vikings
more than a millennium ago,
burn intensely in this frosty land.
beating on sun-silvered wings,
gulls veer past

breakfast grapefruits for Britons and other
overseas importers fills a wagon.
come to San Francisco this year
don't get up
live the best years of your life

new lake created in three days
on the morning of the blast crowds
blackened the dikes
massed like Coney Island bathers,
piqueros nest just beyond
pecking distance of one another.

ten thousand sparkling blue lakes await you in Minnesota. here you can combine family fun with exciting outdoor sports.

"we climb stairs sitting down"
in these days lots of smart people don't
wait for their doctor's to tell them to "take it easy"
see the desert bloom... in warm dry, sunny
reach for the telephone and share the news

fifteen hundred Eckington Place, N. E. Washington 2 D.C.

enjoy a family dream vacation among the lakes 'n pines
FREE!
today's man about the world finds something new and wonderful
here's a wonderful way to say, "Merry Christmas!" all year long.

advance your child's knowledge
a gift she'll treasure beyond all other
today, tomorrow, through the years to come, your gift of diamonds
time cannot dim their luster, nor changing fashion
... lovely and serene, squanders her happy hours on you

will your trees be as lovely next summer?
you can be sure they will be– if you give them the tender loving care such as close friends of the family deserve

triplet bunnies nest in cupped hands
their foreheads bear the white blaze often seen
on cottontails. for survival in captivity
they demand gentleness and clean quarters

"they must have been rugged specimens," Pete reflected.
"think of scrambling for days over that stuff."

out of the

2005-04-09T07:48:00.000-06:00

cube
Originally uploaded by studioq.

this is that you may not know

2005-04-09T07:43:00.000-06:00

oh, to my amazement
oh, to my grief
mail to kansas city
arrived before mail down the street

the ballpoint

2005-04-08T23:59:00.000-06:00

isn't it wonderful to write script with a ballpoint pen? what does a cursive question mark look like? or the cursive "k"? i'd like to know. when was the last time i wrote like this? i really don't remember. it's funny. some letters i am great at, like the lowercase "f" and the capital "L".
it really slows me down.

-able parris
april 4, 2005

error in righteousness

2005-04-06T21:24:00.000-06:00

entrance
Originally uploaded by studioq.

when is then now?

2005-04-06T16:01:00.000-06:00

next day, a pipe.
his teeth, awkwardly.
brown hair, sheltered.

a face carved in wood.
better, pear-trees with determination
than his mouth.

he was to spend the night as stephen's guest.
little library talking
perhaps, perhaps cub-hunting.

then, and smoke
finger and thumb
independence proof against desire

he became a doctor to smoke
freakish, freakishness
himself him now and then

whos too or too to
understand, never
be a doctor to smoke

{always make time to...}

2005-04-05T22:13:00.000-06:00

create
Originally uploaded by studioq.

at capstone hill, ifracombe

2005-04-05T21:56:00.000-06:00

on a quiet day the waves of the incoming tide seem to rush in, but in most cases it is only the wave form that advances. particular masses of water merely rise and fall. on entering a shallow area near the coast a tidal wave may be changed into a current. moreover, the lower zone of the water is retarded by contact with the bottom, and the upper part breaks in spray. a breeze often blows the crests off the waves, and a steady wind may cause a stratum of water to slip before it. with this horizontal movement there will also be associated vertical movements in the sea.

-page 968 caption from The Outline of Science. photo: L.E.A.

the outline of science

2005-04-05T21:30:00.000-06:00

the "cells" or celular structure of cork, as seen in a thin slice magnified 200 diameters section through vegetable tissue shoowing hexagonal cells enclosing "protoplasm" columnar cells cells fringed with vibrating "cilia," ci, and each containing a "nucleus," n one of the larger "ciliated" infusoria provided with delicate cilia along the groove leading to the mouth and with coarse leg-like outgrowths. the lower figure gives a side-view of the animalcule "running" on a piece of weed. the "species" are named by ehrenberg as follows: 1 and 2, bacterium triloculare ( 2 more highly magnified); 3, bacterium enchelys; 4, vibrio volutans ( X 300 linear); 10, spirillum volutans ( X 800 linear); 11, less coiled examples of spirillum. A. branching plant, the branches tending to be vibro-like (a) and spirillum-like (b). B. a branch showing both forms of growth. C. Very long, closely twisted, spirillar branch. D. a branch detaching a free spirillum. E. branches: a, undivided; b, divided into long rods; c. short rods; micrococci.

sometimes

2005-04-04T22:12:00.000-06:00

no identity
Originally uploaded by studioq.

ever had a rude thought?

2005-04-04T22:07:00.000-06:00

i don't mean to stereotype, but that guy looks really smart. and he's wearing the kind of clothes i would buy.
and the guy next to him- {with disgust} with the gum...

addiction?

2005-04-04T22:05:00.000-06:00

if my heart were a hand, it would pick up a cup of coffee and sip it, if it had a mouth

to see

2005-04-03T11:39:00.000-06:00

microscopic photo
Originally uploaded by studioq.

a growing appreciation

2005-04-03T10:33:00.000-06:00

i like peanuts, and a small amount of salt, and buttered bread, and clean hair, and smelling a woman's clean hair as she sweeps by, and purple hanging plants that grow velvet in the sun, picture windows, watching the tap-tap of a strangers foot to a familiar tune, and men with denim caps and wind-breakers, and there's something about lace, and breezes, and gusts, and the falling of leaves, but when the tree drinks the leaves back up and spit's them back out again- i love this more.
i like holding my breath under water, and coming back up again with a gasp, and turning the corner only to smell the lilacs, and i like to know the smell of lilacs, and i like exit signs, and gigantic blow-up car lot characters, and the ties that are stereotypically associated with used car salesmen, and the stain lines in their coffee mugs, and another person's trick birthday candles, and a good ink pen, and i like that buildings are numbered, and i like it when neighborhoods follow a grid. maybe it's easier for the pizza guy, and i like a comfortable couch, and i like that a cactus does need some water, and i like that some cultures still love large women, and that neon moves inside the tube sometimes, and the convenience of a spare tire or an extra light bulb, and a child's willingness to believe, and that a leaf eats my exhale, and retreating to a basement, and it is always great to refresh with a cool glass of water.

give me grace, oh god

2005-04-02T21:58:00.000-07:00

give me grace, oh god
Originally uploaded by studioq.

kings 2

2005-04-02T21:39:00.000-07:00

took
himself
then
king
israel

coney island- gate

2005-04-02T21:38:00.000-07:00

coney island- gate
Originally uploaded by studioq.

kings 1

2005-04-02T20:53:00.000-07:00

ask
i
solomon
great
servant

judges

2005-04-02T20:52:00.000-07:00

jordan
about
thousand
eighty
years
was

joshua

2005-04-02T20:51:00.000-07:00

jebusite's
behold
crossing
therefor
yourselves
man

deuteronomy

2005-04-02T20:49:00.000-07:00

jordan
disposes
yourself
great
fortified
heard
who
can
of
consuming
destroy

numbers

2005-04-02T20:48:00.000-07:00

enemies
you
many
burned
them
outskirts
moses

the sad sky and happy telephone pole

2005-04-02T20:43:00.000-07:00

the sad sky and happy telephone pole
Originally uploaded by studioq.

by bardejov

leviticus

2005-04-02T20:41:00.000-07:00

male
female
covers
entrails
the
is
sacrifice
without
blemish

exodus

2005-04-02T20:40:00.000-07:00

house
flax
crops
spread
thunder
ceased

genesis

2005-04-02T20:21:00.001-07:00

beginning
created
heavens
the
was
spirit
waters

glimpse

2005-04-02T20:16:00.000-07:00

a poem within a word.

thunderhead

2005-03-31T21:25:00.000-07:00

thunderhead
Originally uploaded by studioq.

moratorium

2005-03-31T20:58:00.000-07:00

the thought of having to clean is unbearable at this hour. yet,
it is always when i have exhausted all of my energy that i feel
so moved to do so. when i dum-dee-dum-dum-dum to the
bedroom and do-tie-doe-doe-doe around the fallen clothes,
i think of how peaceful this place could be. considering that
my morning would be particularly enjoyable if i could spot the
vacuumed floor. how my day would be so much nicer tomorrow
if i were to dust the armoire, and night-stand. if i had to rise in
the middle of the night again to leave newcastle i might not step
on the latch of my belt again, for it would be hanging in the closet
where it belongs. but, alas, i am tired, and i have had my share
of the day, and there is no one here to see it, and i will, of course,
have another opportunity to arrange it before the weekend comes.

polaroid-shrubs

2005-03-30T22:43:00.000-07:00

polaroid-shrubs
Originally uploaded by studioq.

willow weep

2005-03-30T22:15:00.000-07:00

how shall we measure our love?
by the whiteness of a dove?
or the size of tree she rests on?

what makes the willows weep, and
is it the tears that let it live long?

much of speech is in the tongue,
but that's not where
communication comes from
the sun sets, but the day's not done

our eyes cry, but the heart aches
the queen has rank
but there's strength in the pawn

the chief is held high
but finds inspiration
in the tom-tom

is rhythm found in the hollow of a drum?
where does the beat come from?

where does the beat come from?
what came first, the dance or the song?

without an instrument an musician longs
and soon he'll make one
and when he's done
some will sing a long
to bring redemption
singing, "we won't quit till' it comes"

life is just as much in the root
as it is the leaf

a spoon is useless without a mouth to feed
how can a train be helpful unless it leaves?

how does a dreamer exist without a heart to tease?
the tallest of trees comes from a sprouted seed

faith comes when you can't see to believe
a child not loved is an orchestra without strings

just like when
a flower does not exist without a stem
a poet will write without a pen
he words dry up if he does not share them

if they are strong he will share them again
and again and again and again

only when man finds silence does she find herself
when she has given it all away she finds wealth

passion wells up from the feet up and does not give up
a dreamer belongs in the treetop

when we stop to see beyond you
and me we have common-thought

a snare is placed and you are caught
let's not let this happen
let's begin to dream again
let's go out past the hill's in the horizon!

coney island train {03}

2005-03-29T23:02:00.000-07:00

Originally uploaded by studioq.

i am

2005-03-29T22:35:00.000-07:00

what chorus shall i conduct?
whose hole am i to dig?

i am the ostrich
when you seek flight

salted water
when you thirst

i am Shackleton's carpenter,
as loyal as a snake

a caterpillar in a jar.
a river, dammed.

lips like Judas;
the appetite of a goldfish

thirty silver coins
in my back pocket

i am Saul
bringing death

yet You ask of me
to sit at your right

take watch as day
becomes night

i will do worse
worse will i do

still my weakness
it perfects You

all the world is green

2005-03-28T21:41:00.000-07:00

Originally uploaded by studioq.

mule

2005-03-28T21:15:00.000-07:00

your whisper.

i am not sure if i have heard it lately. you used to repeat
soft-speech to me endlessly. i may not have been
as silent as the past has held me. there,

in drifts of thought, losing fingers from the frost.
i am cold on the inside. reason finds me removing snow to find
them buried by over-crowded clouds chilled, also, absence.

wounded words frostbitten exist only in unretained memory.
their resonance surrounds me as though an alphabet army.

left. right. left. like kick-drum and hi-hat. a sharp tongue pierced
your side. my cheeks bleed centuries. you haven't forgotten
me; only taught me. you haven't sought the end of me.

you only wish to develop a soft heart inside of me, but
i don't hear your whisper. i can't step beyond my own heartache
to see the wounds my wandering has made.

splintered green marionette free from strings, but
suffering hold a torch to by back-step melody.

triplets echo. echo's repeat. repeat's don't cease.
cease to silence. give me one moment to bury my
eyes violent so i can hear your whisper.

my heart beats around the fire. i can't hear your whisper.
i can't stay silent long enough to...

done 7.25.04

2005-03-28T16:19:00.000-07:00

Originally uploaded by studioq.

the remedy

2005-03-28T15:59:00.000-07:00

kitten-giggle, her fingers
stuck together

sap from the pines
needles draw our path

natives can do
this invisibly

fires under clear sky
two-stick zippo

sinew and our hearts
plastic is our monument

two giggles near the lake
nothing will be the same

college hill bookstore {02}

2005-03-28T09:30:00.000-07:00

Originally uploaded by studioq.

quire

2005-03-28T09:22:00.000-07:00

a cart
used
in mining
different
sediments