MADELINE ROSE

Madeline Rose is a poet and teacher from the streets of Bakersfield. Work can be found in Denver Quarterly, boundary2, The Back Room, diSONARE, dirtchild, and elsewhere in chapbooks and zines. Madeline lives and works in Berkeley.



PROBE DEPTHS BEFORE TRYING TO CHANGE SURFACE

               world began
               with hunger

               want to love the days
                       just     wow what world

               alone with acres        of wishes
               grammar infects silence

               indescribable shade
               temerous self-made laws

               shed twilight upon contact
               sucking at the distance

               I know why mystics hide
               living hard, telluric, and actioned by a fever

               are you a lover who imagines durable works?

               danger is having feelings
               and no money

               don’t try to fall in love
               with my face

               every mystic
               barely exists

I AIM TO WRITE THE OCCASION TO WHICH I BELONG

I want to write the facts of
birds and flowers
but you know I don’t know their names

today’s downpour reminds me

it’s exhausting to continually believe in innocence
while this world’s hidden
joys elaborate under

uneven fire,     a sky-pulsed perfume
of indifference

yet we go on     conserving ourselves for
the moment of revolution


within this quickening malady—
I cannot deny myself what I already know:


          love speeds up heart because of the possibility of its refusal
          it is dangerous to disbelieve your own senses

          I have only wanted to see my own mind and
          my body is a lonely empire




DON’T SWEAT—YOUR PRACTICE IS PURIFYING  

some haunting perplexes the fault line


tensing our geological confidence


holding court in my mind I let


time just go


pure awareness is the process of full humanization


just see the moon