http://www.invisiblebirds.com/wordpress perching on your arms and shoulders Fri, 16 Nov 2007 22:28:31 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en The answer without the equation The wind does not choke On the earth's thirst My mouth tastes like stomach Tongue dry as a bee on a pin It's not all yours, this None of it is http://www.invisiblebirds.com/wordpress/2007/11/16/i-said-again-i-saidby-naomi/ It's been a while. I'm far away. I've changed some things.  Stay posted. http://www.invisiblebirds.com/wordpress/2007/10/07/aside/ Where works have multiple authors cited, unless otherwise noted, they are written either as exquisite corpses or per-line.   Each author writes one line, then passes the paper around the circle.  The poem ends when it ends.  There is no revision of the others' lines. http://www.invisiblebirds.com/wordpress/2007/06/08/a-note-on-methodology/ Lifting his head To taste the dark-- Multifoliate. The rose is shrunken Inward on the stem. The grass is wet. Over and over I tell myself: Selfishness is The first great sin. http://www.invisiblebirds.com/wordpress/2007/06/01/the-snake/ Fingers laced and locked Like the teeth of a cat She stares at the door. Hour by hour In the blind dark The opossum hangs From the dogwood. http://www.invisiblebirds.com/wordpress/2007/06/01/the-opossum/ A proliferance of joints Clicking like clock gears Spinning in slow motion, Fast as a cat. An assemblage of legs Ending in pinpricks Or snowflakes. http://www.invisiblebirds.com/wordpress/2007/05/31/the-centipede/ Beneath the flat rock, a nest Of dust Bugs, Hairs, Small rocks. My hair and your hands, moving almost in time. Hair flows like daylight through a crack in the wall. And your hands are----angrily Hands do not flow but they try to. They want to gracefully maneuver Through heaviness, but are heavy Themselves. Hardened hearts Flicker like small ... http://www.invisiblebirds.com/wordpress/2007/05/21/flat-and-pointby-naomi-and-alyssa-m/ Sun The sun orange in a yellow Orange sky, the sky Swelling and fading to the light. The faceless day Resists time. . Time as it exists In space, motionless and pale Against blue bones, cold In unyielding flesh, the softness Almost shivers. The coy spring deceives and retreats well into April. It is late May. ... http://www.invisiblebirds.com/wordpress/2007/05/21/the-beginningby-alyssa-m-and-naomi/ My feet are not there and my ankles are lonely, cut off at the joints, the fine threads dangling uselessly, flicking The tops of trees, if there were trees to flick birds into the sky (they do not fly themselves) They are a lonely shape in vain. They must be pushed from the nest to fall on ... http://www.invisiblebirds.com/wordpress/2007/05/16/the-time-i-flew-by-sam-r-naomi-nathan-and-alyssa/ I was standing at the edge of the water. I was walking by the water and the water stopped. I was the water and I stopped to catch my breath. There were seven herons on the shore. There were black birds rising from the trees. There were feathers on the water, grey and brown. It was ... http://www.invisiblebirds.com/wordpress/2007/05/15/the-shapes-of-birds-list-exercise/