- Minnesota, USA
- October 10
- Writer, Attorney
- Rachel Coyne is a novelist, poet and blogger. She is the author of Whiskey Heart from New Rivers Press and Daughter, Have I Told You? from Henry Holt, Co.
Find me on Twitter here: http://twitter.com/imrachelcoyne
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I wrote you a poem
but I left it on the car seat
I folded it in half
then folded it again
I placed it here
until it was lost
and I wonder what type of life… Read full post »
too often we long
for the things that consume us
only to hold them at bay
-as if there were virtue in restraint
as if the river invented the dam
or the tree the saw
i know you
i know who you are
as if… Read full post »
you asked me what I had done with your letters
-if I had even opened them-
if I had read them
I might have known then that you left her;
that you were coming in the spring.
and what can I say but that I might… Read full post »
I heard that you left her today
and I remembered that she always called you Blue.
I never did.
I remembered your mother standing in our yard
&n… Read full post »
your kisses were so gentle
that I mistook them
for the snow falling softly,
decorating the branches.
I mistook your touch for the wind
moving through the bare trees.
you were the winter itself
stealing upon me.
how restful it is,
to be in your arms.
how calm it is… Read full post »
let me confess
my humble love
grown of earth
more practical sustenance
a spear of corn
no red color
(except at the root)
tight together, like
let me confess
my humble love… Read full post »
I made my bed beside the railroad tracks
laying down as the deer
in their wild and grassy places
and folded my hands
as if in prayer.
I made my bed beside the white clay road
banished from your call
as lost as any dog.
who can count the ways… Read full post »
others may write about eyes
what would I know of this?
-my sight extinguished at his touch
his hair running though my hand like water,
his lips like currents
pulling me deeper
drowning me in his breath.
in the morning – departing
like children gathering slippery… Read full post »
they say we are made of earth.
this must be true, because I crumble at your touch.
like dust I scatter on your breath.
they say we are made in the same vein as the stars.
they are our ancestors perched above us,
each in its own silver chair.
this too… Read full post »
they tell me there are directions – north, west
up, down and left.
but how can this be? when no matter where I turn
I am always moving toward you.
there are maps that only the heart can read.
it will tell you that sometimes
even the shortest distances are immeasurable,… Read full post »
the first time you held me
it was like a house burning in the night.
and for the first time
the world around me
-illuminated only by fire
seemed black, immense
the moon a pale seed
buried in the earth
with no more light, no more substance
than ghosts, than… Read full post »
I left you today, love
though perhaps you didn’t notice.
I never left my bench,
never transgressed the garden wall.
still – for a moment – I was
as far from you as the first star.
I planned my escape as carefully
- as painstakingly – as any prisoner.
go ahead, steal my love
-what did it cost me?
nothing. like the wild and ragged flowers
gathered in the ditch – golden rod
how long will they last?
does it matter thief, if you leave me?
in a week?
in seven days or
go ahead, steal… Read full post »
I promise you that I was never late, love
I pinned time to my chest, like tender threads
so I might always find you in the crowd.
it cost me, but I was never late - never left you to pay
the fare you didn’t have.
I gave you the… Read full post »
These past few months I’ve been taking some time off from writing. I just finished my most recent novel and frankly, I’m a little burned out. Taking a break from what you love can give you a little perspective though – so here is my list of the top five reasons… Read full post »
I’m taking a break from working on long form fiction (novels) for a little bit. For the whole next six months. The long and short of it is that I just finished a long, engrossing project and I’m a little burned out. This six months off will allow my current project/… Read full post »
I think I need a little space. You see we’ve been together since I was very young. At least since I was eighteen I’ve been working continuously on a novel – nights, weekends – I even take you with me on vacation. And here’s the thing &ndas/… Read full post »
This morning I was making summer holiday breakfast for my kids – eggs, bacon, and homemade strawberry jam on toast. Not a hard or long task, but one that requires me to flip the bacon on time and not burn the eggs. My oldest wandered into the kitchen and wanted to/… Read full post »
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