1995-06-25 by judielaine
my index finger meets the intersection of three planes
trace the edge as i would trace your spine
slip my hands around cool leaden sides
hugging the grey solid secure
collapse the third dimension
fall trapped inside the square
explore horizons with flat fingers
fold the second dimension
balance along the grey line
until it turns
widens
curves into white
ceramic lip around my coffee
i slip
and pause to choose to fall
inside -- kersplash --
or out into the all
choose both
refuse either/or
and drink deeply
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1995-05-11 by judielaine
Out of my bedroom window
Early
To the southeast
Venus in conjunction
With the waxing crescent Wolf moon
In the lightening cold sky.
The diamond brilliance set in the silver half ring
Burns into my memory
Like staring at an eclipse of the sun,
Like the moment you bite me on the back of my neck.
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1993-05-23 by judielaine
I pass
big barns.
In block letters
I read
“1906,” “Troost,” “Schultz,” “1868.”
Big barns
standing strong on stone foundations;
big barns
bold in their red coats,
armed with bayonettes of lightning rods.
Driving through Michigan
I pass
houses hiding
in weeping willow and bowers of blooms.
Published in the Winter 1994 Penn Review, under the name Judith Newton (ne’e Bush) Vol 29 #1 along with my photo on the cover: Out of Our Element: Beached
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1993-04-19 by judielaine
I was on I-95, south of D.C.
Break lights on the van ahead.
Two days before: other break lights, at a stop light.
Rain on the pavement, and I felt the car slide,
No damage then, just the chilling fear.
And now we had been going 65,
I migrate north with three lanes of traffic,
Leaving you for another month.
In my re…
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1993-02-7 by judielaine
I sleep
as earth under moonlit snow.
In the spring
I want to grow into you, with you,
Surround you with my green rejoicing.
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1992-09-27 by judielaine
Lingering on the blackboard in our conference room:
The words
Urdu
and
Horde.
I miss Farukkh and his passion for his homeland.
Over coffee
After the latest department politics–
What would he do, stuck in experimental physics?
What would I do, a woman in a strange land?–
We would talk of words and tensions and loneliness.
At some point he told me how the two words related,
And wrote them on the board so I could see them.
The only other words I know
That entered English from those regions
Are
Pajama
and
Shampoo.
Urdu [Hindi urdU-zaba^-n, lit., camp language](1796)
:an Indic language that is an official literary language of Pakistan and is widely used in India
horde [MF, G & Pol; MF & G, fr. Pol horda, of Mongolic origin; akin to Mongolian orda camp, horde] (1555)
pajama [Hindi pa^-ja^-ma, fr. Per pa^- leg + ja^-ma garment](ca. 1892)
shampoo [Hindi ca=po, imper. of ca=pna^- to press, shampoo](1762)
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1992-09-12 by judielaine
Inarticulate longings
for the sudden caress of wind
that feels just like the cat’s first seductive pass at my leg
that feels just like sleepy sunlight tracing veins on my pale skin
that feels just like the ocean’s lulling murmur in my ear.
Inarticulate longings
for you.
12 September 92
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