Shiva Diva's Blog
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- Not a love song
June 20, 2011 03:10AM
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June 19, 2011 11:59PM
- The Changeling
June 19, 2011 11:08PM
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June 14, 2011 09:00PM
- Long Distance 3 am
May 17, 2011 08:29PM
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Love Calicos. Our is
January 13, 2014 08:37PM
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special cat, Shiva,
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The white mouths and lame blue eyes
of wild trillium take my measure. Inside me,
the shoulders of bleak statues swell. She is here.
Her blonde hair again.
We are old men, crumbled in our clothes,
ascending into skin like gratitude.
Our movements are slight, almost a shiver.… Read full post »
A violent dream, staccato motions.
She’s a beggar, in a magnificent grave,
wind-scarred, and radiant. Now, silvery bones
in a burlap bag.
I wake from my grandmother’s yellowed fingers
to azure light from the window. I fall asleep
to scattering wings; to rhythms in the blood,
dark angels… Read full post »
She walked uneasily among thesewell-heeled rooms.
The oval of her face glistened
in the dimmest lights, a thin gauze
of liquor astringent on her lips.
Now, the snow that has glutted the lawn
no longer breaks beneath her heels.
Apples spongy with decay fall
from the… Read full post »
The hour before my birth, my father
raised his face to face my mother’s
Saying, “I can give you nothing.” If nothing is
The scent that lingers on a lover’s lips,
Redemption is the palest promise.
A light, thin as frost, rages in
The gathering… Read full post »
Alone in his arms in my grandfather’s house;
the musk of his body mingled with the odor of bourbon,
the smoke of his cigarette whirled above me.
He bounced me on his knee; he stroked my hair.
I was his little girl; he would return next year.
My father walked… Read full post »
The house burns with her sickness,
goes bright with the fever of perished things
whirling in the dark to ashes.
Outside, hydrangea pulses in the sun
battering the windowsill
with its sex.
I stretch out a hand
to stroke her greasy hair,
unwind her again and again from… Read full post »
toward the shadow looming
beneath the fringe of trees;
the wind, a cold shrill creaking.
to hay and horses bent
and sagged as we approached.
The evening light burned out and died.
Grass clumped through cracks
in the concrete. The… Read full post »
She buttons on a winter coat
determined now to go out of herself,
to enter the world of objects.
She takes a branch for her companion, strides
through the pasture on the path of owls,
past the plow in the fluted field,
past the white horse under
the… Read full post »