O Write: Marilynonaroll's Blog
into empty sky
text of earth, ocean, and breath. Let me, too, inhabit
there must be a door — a door
My hybrid piece on Heavy Feather Review
with snot and ice cream
Removed from my usual self, just footsteps
the savant who believes mustard stains
a slippery thing lugging a roof on my back
Pause for station identification
like silver dollars dropped in the deep end
When the wren wakes I’ll ask
Still, I listen. I search
I listen for fraught accords between soil and stalks
the fate of the cruel & unusual
or maybe things were not communicated clearly.
Tell me, train-sound
der Nebelgang
Always With the Questions!: One Poet’s Writing Manual
Und Leiber stiegen auf / ein Tausendklagen /
the methodology of giving up
and stops the smock and linger of pond racket
Toshi doshi ya
I threw my voice
I eat the many possibilities
Sneak Peek from Always With the Questions!: One Poet’s Writing Manual
the eloquent purple, those heart shaped leaves
the future I’m reaching for
to hide the sound of the groaning enormity
be visited by a dream of the world as kind
Excerpt from my new book: Always With the Questions!: One Poet’s Writing Manual
like a genie bottle waiting for miracles
Two Poems up on Plant-Human Quarterly
I stay up late listening
What flight of legs is always a thing falling?
most exalted fixture, an angel
mass of heat, but without flame. All these years
morning, lies as if
everything breaks
through a sieve quick & gone—
shifting uneasily under
I am working on drying up the rain that puddles in my subconscious. I am working on sleeping
teasing out a future that wouldn’t be
and when you look back
When you turn around, starting here, lift this
past: spores, gills, fins. No roots or leaves. Then birds cloud the skies, giant animals
pressure change and distant noise