Words
Be Patient, Flower Girl
Be patient, flower girl.
Take time to grow,
Teach the importance of knowing.
Taking a look at perspective
It is always changing.
Leave dried seed heads and grasses
Pruned back...
Dirty Work
Eleanor’s childhood was still standing at the corner of Maple and Eighth. It had always been, seemed like it always would be. When she...
An Ode to the Sounds of Blackness
When Ray Charles asked, “Come live with me and won’t you be my love?” Gladys said she’s leaving to be with him On a midnight train...
Poetry by Dash Codiga
Renga:
The first snowflake falls
Bushes wear cozy white hats
Winter has arrived.
Remember Autumn’s warm breeze,
I’d love to go back there, please.
Haiku:
Black wind breaks the sky;
Fiery breath...
unequivocally
he wakes from his morphine mist
looks up to see my sisters
and my mother
and me
all standing around
in a room suddenly thick with panic
am i dying?
all...
Lost Highway Wondering
There is a line in the sun
As the crack in an egg
I am wandering the interstate
Walking on tired legs
With dreams as diesel gasoline
A glow...
in the places between (unsettled correspondences of a relentless personal nature)
and sometimes all i got, seth is a lengthy corridor
filled with the sounds
and the shufflings of shoes and sober interludes
on a long train ride
going...
For the Sake of Strangers
No matter what the grief, its weight,we are obliged to carry it.We rise and gather momentum, the dull strengththat pushes us through crowds.And then...
A Song to the Twilight
Ruby studded sky,
the horizon calls to me.
It knows my name by heart.
I have stood here all eternity,
watching a coral glow of evening,
as geese fly...
Fisherman with a Beer
fisherman with a beer
smoking a cigarette
listening to Nirvana
scaring all the birds
fisherman with a beer
smoking a cigarette
listening to Nirvana
scaring all the birders
fisherman with a beer
smoking...
While Your Parents Danced
in the next room, their heels
skimming over dark oak
to Sinatra and Como and Bennett
crooning from the dusty stereo,
we lay in your small bed, sheets
thrown...
Solstice Eve
Mystic morning, snow-laced, leafless branchesof treed sentinels, faint outlines.
Merge into the fog, awaiting the Sun’s return,awake, not asleep, aware.
Of Oneness with the Great...
