They are so high in the laddered hemlocks fairy wings torn, dressed up pirate angels unaware of my watching them, caught up in their courage & gleeful ascent. Beseech you, mother of backyards protect my daughters when I can no longer reach them. Wrap them in green and gold. Repair those wings that they may … Continue reading Aisling (day 25)
Restless (day 24)
The wind blew in this early morn like dear Persephone’s breath emerging from the dark world dank, her metaphorical death The wind blew in this Springtime day like baby’s fingers in my hair then mounting drama blew as hard as shiny trumpets blare The wind this afternoon is warm, it’s bland, like un-drunk tea a … Continue reading Restless (day 24)
On Day 23
They traipsed up a rocky mountain path. searching for summits and hot spring baths. A photographic nuptial the perfect spot? No lack of options most certainly not, but the accommodation, the food, the whole gold coin lot made them tremble chilled through next to glacial streams then pause in the process turn to practical dreams. … Continue reading On Day 23
Springtime Ghazal
The dove’s nest, eave-tucked, all messiness Front door watcher, quiet eye, messiness We pick up treefall, the winds of march were brutal Stoop, bend, pile for fires we burn away messiness And still the dovemilk feeds a fragile brood, and parents Trade off day and night, a system free of messiness We hope the cats … Continue reading Springtime Ghazal
Vanishing Point
As children, we peered over black music stands, deep eye flirtations across a roomful of glinting brass. You liked my long brown braids, I liked your Jack Purcell sneakers. You hid poems In my locker. We grew up, went walking, and heat rose in the spaces between us where we never ever touched. And all … Continue reading Vanishing Point
Bread Years
“Life is short. Eat bread.” her message, delivered at her funeral, duly noted. Well before that, I learned to knead with love, nurture life in the great big bowl, converse with the elements: yeast, salt, water, flour, which spoke back in whispers “ahhh, thank you, this touch this touch, as we live and breathe, our … Continue reading Bread Years
Wait (day 19)
Wait! Before you go before the wild horses of your desire, your steamroll do-it-now- make-it-happen nature kicks in, your leap- before-look move- ahead fire- in- your belly- hungry starshine beast-baby hollers for more more more take a minute take a breath to ponder the necessity of all you think you need to know or have … Continue reading Wait (day 19)
5 Answers in Search of A Question
I In a frozen field geese seek last year’s seed. II Seed a story of all you left behind nourishment in dirt. III Dirt beneath your nails. remnant of ancestral hunger. IV Hungry for answers you speak with ghosts, attune to shorelines. V Shorelines draw the distant eye messages on birdwings sandscratch, wave.
Resurrecting The Dogs (day 17)
When Chance, the neighbor’s Dalmation and Colette, our Brittany Spaniel conjoined in the middle of the street first day of 2nd grade, the whole gang screamed for our mothers, who shooed us away, said never mind. Later, spotted pups filled a red wagon we dragged door to door in search of treats from widow ladies … Continue reading Resurrecting The Dogs (day 17)
Midnight Curtal Sonnet
Sleepbound again, with stars far out of sight I dream the traveler's path, the river bed, the breath of dark dogs on my neck, and blanket snares a-tangle to slow my steps, awaken drowning midnight dread. No peace in questions still unanswered, no peace, yet infinitesimal signs – of hope revived. Bright shadows cast on … Continue reading Midnight Curtal Sonnet
Early Morning Poems 