Notes from the Periphery

(2020-2021)

3.
The limits of
“to its logical conclusion”

I’ve been told I’m an illogical
emotion locomotive
all knots and steam
thin flesh and skeletal hands
A runaway machine

Or maybe you’ll find me
stalling
in the glove compartment
folded up in darkness

impounded by circumstance

2.
Tethered to an aching
an alarm
accelerating

Strangely, I feel so
unbound

Recite my discontent
like keys to prove I live here

locks on a precipice

1.
Phrases gather like dust
and missed calls
asking me to sort it all out

Notions that linger
summon the margins

where I grew up

5.
Some desires are clumsy
a heat haze when I look at him

He asks without hesitation
if I want to quell my restlessness
in the shade of his shadow

Devotion is jarring to me

I let him circle the outer rings of my irises
dizzy
with false intimacy
But this man has no talent
for capturing my eye
He sinks instead
in the desert of his own conceit

4.
I am my own
but also known
as a region of extraction

I am my own
but also known
as a region of extolment

One ring does not make a tree trunk
still I will insist
Hemispheres to disarm

so I stretch like branches

6.
Oh, but I’ve had romance!
briefly saw myself
poised in panorama

I try not to look back at skylines
with heartbreak and longing
I'm allowed to keep vista points
like preserves in a jar
kept to savor again

moments of belonging
spread out like an ellipsis

7.
I may appear small
or not there at all
Looming large in my own mind
not exceptional, but relevant

I pitch a tent where I am
call it Presence

9.
Hyphenation
is a bridge
is a fulcrum
is a pendulum
to cross
to pivot
to swing

But I’m uneasy
not affirmative
in these metaphors

This identity
isn’t either/or
isn’t two opposed
It’s a collection of spheres
from themes revisited
from time traveling through
landscapes, languages,
and memory

I’m mine to define
fine-tuning towards
a harmony of ripples

8.
I’ve reached an age
when I feel I could be
every age passed
and every age up ahead

Lose count of the orbits around the sun
Twirling in the glow
and fading shadow
of a Summer twilight

Bad at memorization
never said I was an actor
never said I was a singer
You never saw me as anything

a figment of your imagination

10.
Not all loose threads need mending

tattered seams to abandon
for new forms and patterns
made by those who don't get sentimental
watching a flag billow

12.
This chorus
floats
like dandelion seeds
roams
like tumbleweeds

We break idioms like bread
and blend accents like tea
singing across dialects
stretching beyond the sea

We retain and relinquish
grow and perish
Reach the core
compounded

With disdain
asked if we plan to stay
blamed for an estate in decay
as we wonder
if a plot of specters
is worth our investment

11.
Trust there’s more
than a storyline bazaar

Where we dare to trespass
are fences to take down
Where we refuse to tread
are sacred spaces to defend

Some stories aren’t worth
their exchange rate

13.
When declining is an invitation
springboard to an alternative world

Some can’t be
compartmentalized
Refuse to get caught
in the fold

a middle that won’t hold

15.
I strike a match
and blow it out
A fan of smoke
aftermath of flame

In the periphery
floating black soot
my eyes following
its composition

It’s amazing how one thing
quickly turns in to another
some choreographed
some improvised

If I get another chance
I wish to be reborn as a cloud
a shifting gull that dreamers love

14.
Center of the frame
is gaudy
fraught with
the lonely

flash mistook for focus

When ready
find the edges
reorienting

emanating certainty