Awakening

Softly,
spiraling together.

Slowly,
tumbling downward.

Like,
Fallen angels.

Our
entwined wings,
a delicate thunder
In the night

The experience of moments

a memory

of boxed red wine
Curry
and those cookies
heavy with Ginger and Molasses

of hours
spent talking
in your car

or
In stillness
sitting
quiet
Silent
Except for the
Delicate sound
Of your slow
Measured
breathing

beautiful

but still I have
no memory of you

Not like it was
there is no
like it was

Matt Hansen September 2009

Forking

li'l brother was stabbed in the head
from all four holes he bled
I told Ricky's mom, who remained very calm
and ignored him as he pooped and fled.

Forking, Limerick, M Carpenter 2009

gone.

ink on my fingers
bees on my brain
my friends are all missing;
they left on a train.

their backpacks are full
of granola and knives,
DIY zines about anarchist lives.

they blow me a kiss
as they turn and they flee...
i pick flower petals as i say,
"woe is me."

"gone."
poetry
Allynn Carpenter
January 2009

Small Farm

Some day
I will move
to a small farm

and one night
having cut the wood
for the evenings fire

I will sit on the porch
with Orions sword
pointing at my home

with a cup of tea
held close
to help keep my fingers
from losing their feeling

with my dogs
curled up at my feet
I will think of you

perhaps with a tear
perhaps with a smile
but I will think of you

and as I sit
watching the snow
begin to fall
with the small spots of white
drifting out of the thickening mist
I will realize

at some point
along the way
I've forgiven you.

Poem, Matt Hansen, December 2006

squish

Seventeen squid
slothily slither southward
singing solemnly,
savoring satisfactory scotch,
and second- guessing salt

Squish, poem, Cassidy Carpenter, 2007?

The First Day of Fall

Haiku, Matt Hansen, Back in the Day

As Above So Below

After a quick beer,

I stand alone in the darkness

and feel the crisp air cutting

not unpleasantly, into my skin.

Silently I watch the lights

reflecting in the darkness of the water.

Breathing deep,

I taste the evening

tinted with brine

and the occasional drifting smoke

of some distant fire

Not unpleasantly, I realize

"I live for moments like this".

In the west

I find the Great Bear

and think of Zeus and Kallisto.

Stars above.

Darkness surrounds.

Reflected light.

As above so below.

As Above So Below, Poem, Matt Hansen October 2008

Beneath The Skin Of This One

Beneath The Skin Of This One, Pen and ink poetry tea pencil and sharpie, Matt Hansen April 2008

The Dress

Devoutly single
Her sundress blowing lazy

Slides into my mind

The Dress, Haiku, Matt Hansen Oct 2007