Saturday, May 28, 2011

a hundred sparrows.

I have almost left this town, many times
I have packed my bags full of
Everything I see, except to leave one bit of me
On the window sill for you to find
To press against your heart and wonder
Where I am, like pleading...

photo&excerpt copyrighted by me

Monday, May 23, 2011


...does she stand there, so close
And change to my silhouette
Like a ghost, (you let)
Do you ever ache with her cheek to yours
As I spill through her pores
And you smile a smile that she doesn’t know
And can not see
A happiness held by me...

photo and poem copyrighted by me

Thursday, May 19, 2011

it's a strange thing.

 it's a strange thing.

if she dances like that tomorrow
-        you will love her
yes, you will
and I will reside on a patchwork
floor with a bowl of grapes
and a vase of daises
rolling my eyes in the tragedy of it all

if she leaves you be, for days
-        you will want me
yes, you will
& I will run far-far away
over the yellow washed field
but only for you to catch me
& jitter out your terrible excuses
like an alley cat to the fair maiden

if she calls on you, after that
and you love her
(if you do)
- I will wonder why again
cry too hard to let you know
& then I’ll let you go
and if you never understand
& come around to ask me why
i’ll only sigh & smile
as a wrench drives in my side
& tell you love never works this way

& set out to find a life of days
- for always, without you. 

photo & poem copyrighted by me, amy fairweather.

Saturday, May 14, 2011



Summer has just begun
& there are sailboats in your eyes
Stony roads to tall-tall trees
Animals scurrying to the brushed heavens
Gardenia letters
Silver hearts
Vanilla on you, darling
Jars of sparks
Ghosts of lovers
Hot memory attics trace
- All sand 

photo & poem copyrighted by me.

Saturday, May 7, 2011