Poems - JP Melville

She Says I Do Not Love Her - Catholic Love 14 february 2008 jp no way to find you hear you read you no hotel phone answers no cell phone reception no text to read imagined hollowness of the lover spurned empty stomach ignorance swirling my heart a gut ache emotional maelstrom because absence wonders whose body is yours with a physical body perhaps a laughing one over wine but not mine if you were not to come home, molly would you easily forget there is warmth to be beside us in voices and company and friends and willingness to join indoors out from the cold come join us home but if I, leopold, could not come home would i forget or was my love a memory before i forgot just a need biology guilt sin sickness in a creed of catholic myth.

Waiting for Another Day 14 february 2012 jp waiting for another day you’ve travelled so i listen cat snoring on the bed dog snuffling on its mat house sleeping creaks crack pop sssss in the wood stove soft snow today maybe a hand deep where cars clunked and crashed your mom came home white knuckled you do the rest of the driving today, she said soft snow led to whiteness wherein i walked the dog at the arboretum and met a gentleman painter who walked like and felt like and said like he was tired while our dogs snapped at each other around us in whirled blurs of tails and legs and fur dinner was kale and almonds fat fruit avocado they call it mashed long windedly quacamoleeeee little orange beans mushed they call it fancy soft off the tongue dahl white kernels of asian paradise du riz du riz du riz two young boys home from social life on snow covered hills half their lunches bundled into the fridge ...

She Says I Do Not Love Her - Line Dropped 14 february 2016 jp somewhere hiding in all the things you do when the coffee grinder roars and i am still sleeping when you pull up in the car jump out and smile and lighten the sun inside my soul such sweet… hello? hello? hello? line dropped… i guess… she says i do not love her.

A Little Visitor Today 14 Oct 2018 jp melville A little visitor today. A fawn, spots just gone, Not one year old. Come into the yard, Scampered away and back again, Maybe for two hours or so. Ate grass. Nibbled on the grape vine. Nibbled on the hop vines. Nibbled on the apple and pear trees. I will have to wrap them all for the winter. Or else the critter will eat them all up. Nice to see the fawn, though. A little doe. Let’s call her Robertina. After Pam in St. Lucia.