Friday, June 13, 2008


the drums he did play;
and the violin, she.
the skin and the strings

the fingers.

f. martinez
june 2008

Saturday, June 7, 2008

someday (an homage to prayer)

I remember feeling good when I saw the light that shined through the tree under which I rested, thinking, This is the light not trapped at the top, held there. It was on a weekday, several months ago. While Prayer worked, I napped under a tree. She'd return in three hours, she said, and when she was through with work I met her in the lot where she had parked her car, crookedly. We got in her car and pulled out, and then, so happens, the parking spot held no significance, no matter.


Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Known Ends/Ends Foretold

This morning I woke up to neck in face, throat in palm.  You breathed heavily and away.  And I thought about all your prettiness, flailing.  You, in fact, have a way of hurting my right spine.  I've always been a fan of braces.  You taper at (my) ends.  I, round.  

-Saehee Cho, June 2008

Monday, June 2, 2008

a mexican says to another:

leaving, dying
we are leaving
and dying