Rachel Coyne

Rachel Coyne
Location
Minnesota, USA
Birthday
October 10
Title
Writer, Attorney
Bio
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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JUNE 2, 2012 7:39PM

lost poem

I wrote you a poem

but I left it on the car seat

I folded it in half

then folded it again

negligently

I placed it here

then there

until it was lost

and I wonder what type of life… Read full post »

MAY 31, 2012 9:30PM

too often

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 »

MAY 15, 2012 10:17PM

what good

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 »

MARCH 15, 2012 8:06PM

lines

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

-          June,

June,

              &nRead full post »

MARCH 15, 2012 8:05PM

lines

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

-          June,

June,

              &nRead full post »

FEBRUARY 18, 2012 10:02PM

winter love

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 »

FEBRUARY 18, 2012 9:46PM

let me confess

let me confess

my humble love

grown of earth

no flower

more practical sustenance

a spear of corn

no red color

(except at the root)

pale yellow

like butter

kernels pressed

tight together, like

baby’s toes

slender body

wrapped in

translucent silk

paper husk

let me confess

my humble love… Read full post »

JANUARY 23, 2012 7:22PM

the flight

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 »

JANUARY 23, 2012 7:09PM

the price

others may write about eyes

about glances

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

buttoning clothes

like children gathering slippery… Read full post »

JANUARY 14, 2012 6:32PM

radiant star

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 »

JANUARY 13, 2012 6:12PM

your kiss

your kiss is like a torn cloth
it fits against the sky like a church spire
alone in a prairie of winter.
your touch runs like a furrowed field,
line beside line, unbroken.
if there had been a moment
for breathing,
for asking,
I would have told you, love
JANUARY 7, 2012 9:59AM

the return

kiss me, love, and then return
-while you are gone
my heart will be like
a furrowed field in winter
dusted in snow
lines of black
lines of white.
kiss me, love, and then return
-until you do,
everything will be as if
only in passing,
flocks of birdsRead full post »
JANUARY 5, 2012 3:35PM

the compass

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 »

DECEMBER 29, 2011 9:24PM

with you

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

frightening.

the moon a pale seed

buried in the earth

with no more light, no more substance

than ghosts, thanRead full post »

DECEMBER 29, 2011 9:19PM

with you

the first time you held meit was like a house burning in the night.and for the first timethe world around me-illuminated only by fireseemed black, immensefrightening.the moon a pale seedburied in the earthwith no more light, no more substancethan ghosts, than memory.being with you meant understa/… Read full post »
DECEMBER 29, 2011 9:17PM

with you

being with you meant
 understanding being without you.
being without you was unbearable,
cold, immense
black
- a pain illuminated only by fire.
my heart was lost in it Read full post »
DECEMBER 29, 2011 9:04PM

with you

the first time you held meit was like a house burning in the night.and for the first timethe world around me-illuminated only by fireseemed black, immensefrightening.the moon a pale seedburied in the earthwith no more light, no more substancethan ghosts, than memory.being with you meant understa/… Read full post »
DECEMBER 29, 2011 9:01PM

with you

the first time you held meit was like a house burning in the night.and for the first timethe world around me-illuminated only by fireseemed black, immensefrightening.the moon a pale seedburied in the earthwith no more light, no more substancethan ghosts, than memory.being with you meant understa/… Read full post »
DECEMBER 29, 2011 8:59PM

with you

the first time you held meit was like a house burning in the night.and for the first timethe world around me-illuminated only by fireseemed black, immensefrightening.the moon a pale seedburied in the earthwith no more light, no more substancethan ghosts, than memory.being with you meant understa/… Read full post »
DECEMBER 20, 2011 1:12PM

the flight

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.

I… Read full post »

DECEMBER 17, 2011 8:32AM

the cardinals

I put it all in words,
but these were like the seeds
lost in the snow at our feet.
I watched the birds hunt for them,
each one a red plumaged pulse
breaking raggedly
frail, desperate, determined
against the cold.
what is it they say? even the birds
are clothedRead full post »
DECEMBER 10, 2011 7:17PM

all love is stolen

do you remember my grandmother’s wood?
-the hanging snake vines that formed swings for two,
the pale, upturned roots near the shore,
that made strange, magical palaces?
we called it her wood – though in truth it never was.
we raced through the neighbor’s field to get there
-how furiRead full post »
DECEMBER 7, 2011 8:14PM

Only Try Love

If I came and I found you empty,
I would remind you, love, of the simplest things
-childish things:
mushroom caps, starflowers and smooth white stones,
the moss castles you used to build me.
If I came and I found you empty,
I would remind you, love, of my grandmother’s woodRead full post »
DECEMBER 6, 2011 8:34PM

careless

I tried to be careless with you today
-to speak your name
as if it hardly mattered to the woman at the market
-to linger too long among strangers
-to be late – to keep you waiting
the way I would have before
this love that came to unbind
Read full post »
DECEMBER 3, 2011 11:54AM

it never mattered

I wonder how these days
I can read an entire book
and nothing - not a single word of it
will call you to mind.
everything used to answer
to your name, love.
I lie in bed,
I stand in line,
I stir sweetness into tea,
all these plain tasks emptyRead full post »