We can’t prove this, but signs are there. The ravine along Devil’s Backbone road, where nobody wants to go, even in broad daylight, is marked by the rare extra large footprint, a musk of decay and wet wool. Years ago, a boy took a polaroid from up on the road. “It started to run when … Continue reading Bigfoot Likes to Knit
Prompted
Napo Day 4 1.Follow the truck with the red mud flaps 2. the man with the brown beard, the tattered flag. 3.Decide he may not be your enemy, so wave 4.as you pass. Receive his obscene gesture in return. 5. Allow many tiny needle stings to inundate 6.your being as if swimming in a barrel … Continue reading Prompted
Glosa #1
The new root of the fern is the part you eat in famine. Harsh words are spoken, but they’re not the ones that make you turn. Where the muscle’s smooth. That’s where it doesn’t fray. The hard part is what comes easy. The hard part isn’t hard. From The Hard Part by Clare Jones Our … Continue reading Glosa #1
Afterwinter
NapoWriMo Day 2 2022 birds pass above us at twilight & another in-between shifts a season these migrations melt us Earth decides its nudges its promises its takebacks in snowy returns & tee-shirts come out too soon our arms weary from re-donning sweaters that still carry February's funk and firesmoke reach for broken branches on … Continue reading Afterwinter
Lightning
NapoWriMo 2022 Day 1 They look like purple clouds, depending on the light. Floating just below the surface of my skin, at my wrists, on my feet, crucifixion-like bruises that my dermatologist reports may never fade. These are only the scars you’d see as many more hide under my cottons and wools. I turn for … Continue reading Lightning
Ars Poetica; Reflection on NaPoWriMo With Gratitude
In the lilting back and forth rhythms the mothers voice, the rhyme I heard coming before it crossed her lips The gameness, the puzzle, the tingle It brings, comfort, companionship, Laughter in a lonely world. I fall asleep to it, awaken to it Ramble with it, rumble. Lines Spooling on a page, slim or fat … Continue reading Ars Poetica; Reflection on NaPoWriMo With Gratitude
Day 30 Here
If you ride this wind to blue waters stand there. Dip your toes. Squeeze your eyes shut. Say “here” then say it again. We’ve heard it before but I’ll say it again: a life can blow right through you if you don’t stop on your way from here to there to feel all the the … Continue reading Day 30 Here
Day 29 Window Watching
Carl is pacing the deck again His cigarette ash is long. His high-ball glass is empty. Phyllis, caftan flowing wild red hair a-flourish, hollers from the dark recess of the house. He tosses his smoke over the rail turns to go in. Their youngest is my basketball-boy crush. I see his light go on upstairs … Continue reading Day 29 Window Watching
Day 27 Kuebiko Blues
From the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows Kuebiko n. a state of exhaustion inspired by an act of senseless violence, which forces you to revise your image of what can happen in this world—mending the fences of your expectations, weeding out invasive truths, cultivating the perennial good that’s buried under the surface—before propping yourself up in … Continue reading Day 27 Kuebiko Blues
Day 26- Parody Poem
How doth the little busy me Improve the task at hand, With time so short, anxiety Warm up my inner band! How shamefully she throws it down! How rough she scrawls her ink! And labors hard with clicking sounds Embrace creative stink. In works of mediocrity, I will not tarry long; For heaven’s sake, mundanity … Continue reading Day 26- Parody Poem
Early Morning Poems 