Monthly Archives: November 2013

Ode to Winter, Ode to Summer


By the west end of the Lake
is a bittersweet orange
it is the tang and oder of sorrow
and the sweet citrus skin of newness.
I bring these things from the lake,
the west end of the lake in june
so the waters rise like a slow baloon
and the winter crawls out from its snowy cocoon
and the oranges flower at noon.
by the west end of the land
she spies you
and her hands grasp at her middle
as a sharp longing.
to feel the same as a child
and yet to never be forever young
it scraped at the bone marrow of her.

You left a little bruise on her cheek
and she smiles.

It is like the soft rain beating against a drum
sprinkling her soft berry stained lips.
the oranges are all tied to her bedside
and the smell is like sorrow
covered with the feathers of a crow
and all of the feelings
that were once new.
by the west end of the Lake
is a bittersweet orange.
it is the tang and oder of sorrow
and the sweet citrus smell
of newness:
to begin again on the same road
is to never end,
it is to know the skies
as well as you do your brother
with the faint rustle of trees
in the fall,
on a morning
oh so aching
as a welcome

Copyright 2013 Golden Star Poetry


Grafting Rosmerta


it was simple
I’d place the oil burners full of fat into the tree
and the branch would light up.

i would take a lock of my hair
and braid it with yours
full, like a benediction
and whole, like love.

i might run like a kite and never find myself again
and my deep interior might grab at me and say
stay close
dont run away
be simple.
graft me back inside.

the milk and warm apples and pearl earrings
and my darling teddy bear and the conversations
the milk spilling sour and turning sour
the apples being eaten
and the teddy being torn
and the coversations empty.
I want to be at the edge of the forrest, braiding my hair and flying my kite
and breathing a cinnamon story of warmth.
do you think i know the truth?
why do you ask me questions, Dan?
I’m just twenty
i need some money
i want a bed full of straw and full of heady hearts
stringing along like electric parts
until its so bright i have to squint.
i am made of you
you, of me:
it is simple.
I am grafting a staircase to the underbelly
you shook, i shake
the world topples over
but we stay on mount balance,
never moving an inch
never feeling a pinch
and laughed
like bees filling up the cup
with sweet honey.
the rosemary fills my lungs,
and its time,
i realize,
to move on,
like a grafted tree or branch:

like a whirlwind
the world is all moving sound and color
and i will hear you when i wake.

Copyright 2013 Golden Star Poetry




Belinda, where will you go?
I have been telling you all this hour
my time has come to ask you
when you go.

Belinda, when will you cry?
I have been crying all this hour,
my day has arrived for me to ask you
to cry with me.

you ran away Belinda too, don’t cry,
I know you’re hiding something but I don’t know
in your eyes,
and you still
don’t answer.
How many heavens
must we escape to
before you tell me of this plan?
I have been asking you,
with every fiber of my soul,
I”m praying to you like a soul in hell
you’re a shivering virgin who doesn’t know the meaning of heaven.
I”m just wondering what’s keeping us apart.
What’s keeping us apart, my dear?

Copyright 2013 Golden Star Poetry





Disclaimer: this is not poetry, this is me venting about what i hate about my favorite music genre!

1. Must have wacky band name
2. Must be unable to differentiate artist from album titles to song titles
3. Albums must have strange and or hipster album artwork
4. Song lyrics must have unintelligible meanings
5. Singers must have strange, breathy voices
6. Songs must have odd chord progressions and multiple sections.
7. Songs must be 3:30 minimum, and an average of about 5:30
8. Artists must have eclectic dressing styles
9. Youtube videos must have 3 million hits or less
10. The artist must never be known
11. Song titles must allude to bygone eras or camping in the woods.
12. Male artists must have bushy beards
13. Female artists must prefer to wear their hair long and unkempt, with flowers.
14. A guitar must be used at least 4 times within an album.
15. The artist must choose an aesthetic vision in which to base everything they do.
16. Hard sounds must be used sparingly in songs
17. Every youtube video must have the top comment “thank you, sidebar”, or “Ive finally found that awesome side of youtube”.
18. There must be at least one lyric per song which the listener cannot understand.
19. The artist’s pronunciation must be painfully amateurish
20. The artist’s voice must vaguely remind you of someone else.