Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Friday, December 01, 2017

The Properties of Dust: Love Poems

Crepuscular Rays. Eleven Mile Overlook. Deschutes National Forest. Oregon. August 18, 2012.


All my poems are love poems
scribbled on damp,
whiskey stained paper
in one dive bar or another

On cocktail napkins
or coasters, pulled
from underneath my third glass,

Floating in a lost hour
found somewhere on
the long drive towards
my empty home.

And I should be there
or there or there
again, but I stop again
on the way home,

Climbing slippery stone steps to
the top of the castle-like tower,
smelling the rain, feeling
the cold winter kiss

Blown by the constant freezing wind
to my skin.

Under the tower, a dead volcano
thrusts us up, exposed, into the storm
but I pull that soggy napkin
from my pocket anyway

And I try to write another verse
before my paper is ruined
by the weather.


Rocky Butte.  Portland, Oregon. c.2008

 The Properties of Dust

The Properties of Dust was a small book I put together in 2005 for a desktop publishing class at Portland State University. Many of these pieces were written specifically for the book project, and the rest date back to as early as 1990.  The pieces were accompanied by a photo or two in the original book, but, in most cases, I am using different, more recent, photos with this series of posts.

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Love Poems


Paulina Peak & Camper. Newberry National Volcanic Monument. Oregon. August 17, 2012.


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The Properties of Dust: Lair

Fremont Troll. Seattle, Washington. August 13, 2012.

Now we are in the lair,
the den, the bed
where darkness lies down to rest
unseen,

Where the strange exhaust of unnatural
pores lingers in the shadows
unseen...

To breathe the air here,
to take inside that bitterness,
is to fill up and clog arteries
with a hundred twisted desires,
with a thousand warped urges.

With the sounds of traffic overhead,
our hearts beat and our minds bend
to that slow madness.

Here, where even billy goats
smell fear and run away,
we recognize the troll
sleeping in concrete
behind us.


Under the Burnside Bridge. Portland, Oregon.  October 6, 2011

The Properties of Dust


The Properties of Dust was a small book I put together in 2005 for a desktop publishing class at Portland State University. Many of these pieces were written specifically for the book project, and the rest date back to as early as 1990.  The pieces were accompanied by a photo or two in the original book, but, in most cases, I am using different, more recent, photos with this series of posts.

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Lair
Love Poems


Fremont Troll. Seattle, Washington. August 13, 2012.


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Fred G. Redmon Memorial Bridge, I-82. Near Selah, Washington. May 2008


Trees Under The Bridge - Fremont Bridge. Portland, Oregon. April 2, 2012. 


Cape Perpetua, Yachats, Oregon. July 2, 2011
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Wednesday, November 29, 2017

The Properties of Dust: After the War

Mesa Verde National Park.  Colorado.  May 10, 2016 - www.aflitt.com/mesaverdenp

We were always at our best
when staring into the abyss together,

And we drank wine and ate bread
for the last time together;

laughing a little,
crying a little
as the kettles were overturned
against us,

as our statues were pulled
to the ground.

We did not fear
the burning red skies,
lit by a thousand fires,
as the kettles became drums
beating out fresh charges
against us.

We did not feel fear,
but I do remember our pride…

We knew them as children,
they know us now as men.




The Properties of Dust

The Properties of Dust was a small book I put together in 2005 for a desktop publishing class at Portland State University. Many of these pieces were written specifically for the book project, and the rest date back to as early as 1990.  The pieces were accompanied by a photo or two in the original book, but, in most cases, I am using different, more recent, photos with this series of posts.

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After the War

5.
Lair
Love Poems

Balcony House. Mesa Verde National Park. Colorado. May 10, 2016 - www.aflitt.com/mesaverdenp


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Thursday, September 14, 2017

The Properties of Dust: The Red Car

Mt. Hood, Oregon - Spring 2004 - www.aflitt.com

Apologies to Bill²
So much depends upon
the red car
dusted with mountain ash damp with morning dew
the door too slippery for one son
while the younger laughs and climbs up into his car seat.

Mt. Hood, Oregon - Spring 2004 - www.aflitt.com

The Properties of Dust
The Properties of Dust was a small book I put together in 2005 for a desktop publishing class at Portland State University. Many of these pieces were written specifically for the book project, and the rest date back to as early as 1990.  The pieces were accompanied by a photo or two in the original book, but, in most cases, I am using different, more recent, photos with this series of posts.

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4.
The Red Car
Something Lost
Slough
Home
After the War

5.
Lair
Love Poems

Lassen Volcanic National Park, California - July 2004 - www.aflitt.com

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