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“Lucky that you came back on the grid & had the raw courage to write to me long gone…”

heyadam — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 05:33:52 +0000

Lucky that you came back on the grid & had the raw courage to write to me long gone
Lucky that we shared Thanksgiving plates at your sister’s home, cut turkey, ate endless pies
Lucky that you spent the last night with me before I left Seattle & your perfume thread into my blanket
Lucky that when you met my family they saw the beam & grace in your eyes & laughed with you
Lucky that I was the first number you dialed while lost on Capitol Hill in Seattle called out into the night
Lucky that we ate 52 pieces of sushi & nagiri together with Mochi balls, miso & gyoza on cling clang plates
Lucky that the water shot at us speeding over the golf course mannered lawns & we escaped wet not wounded
Lucky that for every day apart I have another kiss for you, a whisper for you & we will find our way home together
© Adam Bresson

Adam Bresson Featuring At Rapp Saloon (6/5/2009) – Part 2

heyadam — Sun, 26 Jul 2009 03:58:20 +0000

On June 5, 2009, I featured at Rapp Saloon, a reading at the hostel in Santa Monica, CA. I read seven pieces: “Our love was powerful like a rap video…”, “Out here in this zero sum space…”, “Portland is a full-bellied rivertown, round gut, sitting long on its lancing…”, “Without battery automatic operated…”, “Eating sushi triangles on a bench in Beverly Hills Park…”, “Insidious crooked fingers…” and “You hold dearly the sage-colored earthen coffee cup without handles…” Please visit www.adambresson.org for more poetry and writing. Hope you enjoy!

Adam Bresson Featuring At Rapp Saloon (6/5/2009) – Part 1

heyadam — Sun, 26 Jul 2009 03:56:57 +0000

“You hold dearly the sage-colored earthen coffee cup without handles…”

heyadam — Sun, 26 Jul 2009 02:15:42 +0000

You hold dearly the sage-colored earthen coffee cup without handles
in your hands with short fingernails. Introduce me to
Japanese Gyokuro fine green tea which made long centuries ageless.

Tell me stories of hiking up the mountains North Face backpack black
with no particular destination miles above a quiet tanakamura. Planned for tucked away
places to look out on a city defined by crowded houses & right angles.

Drinking Yona Yona Ale & ambling the narrow streets at night
looking for friends in the alley & a variety of storefronts.
Setting the terms of your loneliness into wet cobblestone.

Taking the bullet train shooting to Kyoto past fields of lime leaves
swaying to the passing wind. Stone steps to a Buddhist temple to
throw fire at statues almost alive & ask for home.

You wrote your romance down on long, narrow strips of paper on a roll
for Tanabata in July, hanging them from bamboo branches in the forest
with a handmade ornament from Nepal to unite the stars so very distant.

And still you found time to plant gardens with stones arranged carefully in the dirt
for the maximum flow of thought & the stoppage of time. Light the forever flame
in a stone lantern. Balance a drop of water. Take the bridge to the island you made.

And all of this brought you back to me. May have taken years or months but
we will sip Bancha tea out of a cup chosen from our collection of mismatched
accessories & talk late into the night about Far East lands.

Adam Bresson Reading At Barnes ‘N Noble (2/28/2009)

heyadam — Sun, 26 Jul 2009 02:07:41 +0000

On February 28, 2009, I read at Barnes ‘N Noble Encino, Ron Dvorkin’s reading. I read two pieces: “Insidious crooked fingers…” and “You hold dearly the sage-colored earthen coffee cup without handles…” Please visit www.adambresson.org for more poetry and writing. Hope you enjoy!