in dream act see hands now smudged with sere frayed ribbon remnants of puente colgante. Cut the ties blindly, blindly forgot what was pursuing. The great rope bridge, path of living again and again disintegrating as rapidly as salt in water, as a child’s tear, as a summer cloud; forms of moisture risen, … Continue reading Nova Reeves Poems, Day 4: “The White Field”
All in all, of this incredible time, this entire trip myriad love affairs with borders even more with envelopment: and sea-like swallowing dreams, seaweed dreams following me into twilight having kept up completely surreptitiously the whole twenty-four hours before their re-emergence then lapping at my ankles, with smooth tongues of course not to devour, but to remind the two of us–my dreams wet, and waking … Continue reading Nova Reeves Poems, Day 3: “To Jim Carroll”
City crickets. Yucca in bloom, November passion flowers quietly lighting small fences you, and how you love despite deep internal bleeding, discord, and the seasons of love pouring over you as viscous, rust-red, internal; strength of heart, strength of bleeding iron and oxygen the seasons of love pour and flow over you no matter how you try to deny it Try to keep it all … Continue reading Nova Reeves Poems, Day 1: “November Yucca”
