Tagged: plane

drinking from a fire-

drinking from a fire-
hose
, building the plane while you
are flying it
, six

of one, half a dozen of
the other
– we live here now
.
20200729:1923
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sitting by the wing

sitting by the wing
of a plane is often an
exercise in self-
preservation
,
counting every
nut and bolt,
willing every
piece of metal
to stay together,
holding breaths
twelve heartbeats
at a time
.
20180905:2201
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: preservation

perhaps we are made

perhaps we are made
up of copies of ourselves
and each other – the

Willie Mae sits in Hangar B,
rebuilt, dreaming others’ dreams
.
20150618:0113
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somewhere between

somewhere between
san francisco
and st. louis,
the hours
dissolve into
sky, mechanical
wings tow
the night, heart
learns
to be taut
.
20150110:0111
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in mid-air, between

in mid-air, between
time zones,
the new year is
a quiver
of arrows,
loosed,
looking for
its mark
.
20150101:0000 EST in MT
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if sleep were a plane,

if sleep were a plane,
i’ve missed my flight tonight – and
hunger’s whistling
.
20140620:0132
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the minutes before

the minutes before
takeoff circulates within
the brain like
cabin air, suspiciously
fresh. things to note
are combined with
filtered things to
note – the nearest
exit doors are two
rows ahead, my
seatmate is reading
tabloid trash, we’ve
missed the departure
time, don’t forget
mom’s freshly cut
apple pear
.
20140513:0903
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got the call at 10:20, and i want to fold

got the call at 10:20, and i want to fold
grief into a paper-plane, drag the oceans into long
division, and let the sky toss us home.

better yet, i want to play the quantum
physicist, crawl into a polynomial
embrace, tie the formulas end to end to end
to fish us triumphantly
out of the terminal wormhole.

with a fist in my heart, i know now
the saddest part of loss
is the sudden departure of fear
.
20100218:1630
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