She is getting in bed when she realises she is outof the half-and-half she takes in her morning coffee.He is still dressed. He tells her he’ll walk to the marketand get some for her. The market is two blocks from their apartment.As he walks, he looks up and sees starsthat have not existed since before […]
Author: Teahouse
Dad
He ate plain oatmeal every morning in the same leather chair that mom got him for Father’s Day in 88. One breakfast after finishing an orange grapefruit, I told him that I loved him just loud enough so he would not hear
Gemini Reflections
Is the kind of manwho feels as if he will be apprehendedby the holy ghost at any moment The kind of man who glimpses at himself20x a day in the mirrorjust to know he is there yet shrinks awaywhile shaving
I Am Not the Body
I am not even the mindI am not the bodyI am not the mindI am not the oceanBut I swim there
How Archimedes Proved Ideas
If all the pencils and pensin the world disappearedI would write your namein the ashes on the hearth.If all the paper burnedinto smoke and computerswent suddenly dark,I would scribble it in the bathin the suds of my oily skin.If the damp sands washed awaywith the tide, leaving the beach alone,I would go to the floor […]
Maybe a Strange Thing
Maybe a strange thing — a college townat the wrong time of year — the students are gonebut you’re still around,wandering through bookshops,empty art galleries — tired, sick of it,in a quiet cafe youlose your temper, get upand walk out,leaving yourself sitting over coffee.
Nairatmya, Part One
Nairatmya is a Vajrayana goddess who embodies the supreme Buddhahood. Her main role is as a wife of the Tantric meditational deity (Tib. yidam) Hevajra, but she also has an independent significance as a supreme dakini. Her Sanskrit name, as well as its Tibetan version, Dagmema, translates as “the one who realized the absence of […]
Six Haiku
zazen on verandatower block hermitagesirens and birdsong moving walkway at supermarketteenage couplekissing through smiles supermarket cafewoman sits talkingto herself grey windchasing brown leaveson broken path chill autumn evening —the t-shirt I pull onis warm from the dryer city centreman jaywalkssucking on vape pen