Archive for the ‘Matthew Crawford-Trisler’ Category

CARTOGRAPHY #42 – My First Mine

Posted on Monday, June 7th, 2010

The size of the place proved too much.
A vast openness, half of that apartment
was already too much.

CARTOGRAPHY #41 – Errata

Posted on Friday, May 14th, 2010

Where once I should have remained placid,
I threw arms out bracing for no impact.

Cartography #40 – Kitchen Poem

Posted on Monday, April 19th, 2010

Dead summer Indiana nights spent sipping tea
in any girl’s apartment after listening to highway hum

Cartography #39 – Anemophily

Posted on Friday, April 9th, 2010

In the wind today, the trees tossed their heads in pure abandon,
shaking their sex all over the cars in my neighborhood.

Cartography #38 – Palimpsest for Ethan

Posted on Monday, April 5th, 2010

There in the driveway,
where Ethan Reid etched
his muddy name in wet cement

Cartography #37 – Untitled

Posted on Monday, March 29th, 2010

White wine and a cobalt Chagall.
I find myself transfixed by the ache

Cartography #36 – Picture Day

Posted on Friday, March 19th, 2010

Slicked back like riverwater on moss,
my hair in slivers almost cauterized to scalp,
kept back in a newsie’s cap for picture day.

Cartography #35 – Sonnet

Posted on Friday, March 12th, 2010

Atoms, with their inherent emptiness and refusal to be observed. There are no spinning solar systems of red, blue and black orbs. There is, maybe a green blur of subatomic uncertainty. Everything you know is filled with vast expanses of nothing.

Cartography #34 – Poem with Molasses

Posted on Friday, February 26th, 2010

Where there is a road sign, I ignore it.
Eighty MPH in the countryside – running
dark and in radio silence just for the hum

Cartography #33 – Collision

Posted on Friday, February 19th, 2010

One day, we will collide.
There is nothing that can
be done to prevent this.

Cartography #32 – Dry

Posted on Friday, February 12th, 2010

A five month dry spell
is moving hours
in several goes

Cartography #31 – Skyway

Posted on Monday, February 1st, 2010

On feet not built for back seats,
Courtney, Andrew, Emily and I
scrambled across a rain-swept
Chicago Loop parking lot
looking for Andrew’s car.

Cartography #31 – Eclipse #2

Posted on Friday, January 22nd, 2010

Streetlamps stained the snow the color of old photos
the night I left the library too late for a bus.

Cartography #30 – Eclipse #1

Posted on Friday, January 15th, 2010

The sun there drew intricate and pale
damask patterns on the playground dirt.
The shadows were dim green and hazy
in the chalky dust blown up in breeze.

Cartography #29 – Instant

Posted on Sunday, January 10th, 2010

The whole town collapsed
into a single instant that Friday

Cartography #28 – Afterschool Special

Posted on Friday, December 18th, 2009

My fingers lingered on a carving knife
in the sink of Emily’s mom’s cheaply rustic
suburban kitchen,

Cartography #28 – Canis

Posted on Friday, December 11th, 2009

Split off center, at an unexpected angle,
now a log and a shim and no studs. Tim insists
it’s fine, the dog won’t know the difference.

Cartography #27 – In the Circle Drive

Posted on Monday, December 7th, 2009

We were giants, the Anderson girl
and I, in the flatbed of Jason’s pickup.
We could do no wrong but to each
other, and we did.

Cartography #26 – GRUDGEMATCH

Posted on Monday, November 30th, 2009

In one corner, weighing in at 250, the poet at 12.
Eating for comfort, for company, to quiet his general
distaste for everything.

Cartography #26 – Noisy Monsters

Posted on Friday, November 20th, 2009

In the chilly damp air of late summer, the lonely
croaks of bullfrogs, in their kingly stances, bellowing
from their swollen necks the songs of lacking love.

Cartography #25 – Aubade

Posted on Monday, November 16th, 2009

You, whispering hymns in my ear,
one orange saturday morning:
the dear uninvited.

Cartography #24 – Greenwood Park Mall, Summer, 1986

Posted on Friday, November 6th, 2009

Silence, bleeding slow through the mall,
each cough finding tile to ricochet from
back to the sender’s ear.

Cartography #23 – “Peninsula” Has All the Letters of “Penis” and They Both Just Hang There

Posted on Friday, October 30th, 2009

In Cocoa Beach, manatees
floating on their backs watch stars
and daydream about beating
Neil Armstrong at his own game.

Cartography #22 – Venetian Blinds

Posted on Friday, October 23rd, 2009

Venetian blinds bend away
when dodging a blow. Force
not deflected is simply
passed through.

Cartography #21 – Ligature

Posted on Friday, October 16th, 2009

In the mornings before I left, I didn’t know better
than to leave my hand at the small of your back,


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