I question the form of my blooming in a slow growth season. It’s not that I don’t seek a little running sap in life anymore, change, another miracle of 3-day resurrection, re-planting in the soil of my circumstances. It’s not that I’m anywhere near worn & worried to the bone, quite the opposite, in fact. … Continue reading On The Other Hand
Jonny Quest
Jonny Quest got me thinking early about invisible monsters. The ones you cannot see but lurk and moan deep inside beckoning caves, that can only be made visible by luring them closer to light or dousing with a bucket of paint or snaring in a camp blanket. I was four and impressionable. I was scared … Continue reading Jonny Quest
Sonnet Seeking Sun
When I consider darker days I’m tempted sore against the light My Quaker forebearers clear of sight Might shake their heads, avert their gaze There is such sin as slothful laze Of inner gifts that languish while Powers that be ingest their bile a sad refrain, our wretched ways are amplified against the dark and … Continue reading Sonnet Seeking Sun
Saturday Poem
Saturdays are promises to myself I cannot keep. The barge in my backyard carries coal and candy. Spring violet sweetflower scents the air as your tears, audible over the airwaves, show a dreadful face of grief. We’ll meet somewhere in the middle of the week, Kate, and I’ll hoist Cleveland and all your homeless children … Continue reading Saturday Poem
after lucille
i am fleeing an old year and the new year hovers like a gathering storm that puts fire to my feet like lightening like all my wild dreams make easier to imagine myself not-yet-self at sixtyfive and seventyfive and seventysix even eightyplus so i am fleeing an old year and i hope what i love … Continue reading after lucille
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
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 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 2-Roads, I’ve Written Them
Shouldered a futon all the way from The Bowery to Brattleboro Left my high heels in a box by an alley door, saved myself From bunions – and probably more Times when the compass pointed east I looked west and wondered Ticket on a table, I said No thanks Rainbow Room, moonlight swim, panty hose, … Continue reading Day 2-Roads, I’ve Written Them
Day 13 Do Not Apologize
“Do not apologize”, she said for your razor wit your large wisdom your body of truth for walking away for staying behind for surviving the storm for evading the authorities for moving ahead for buying time for eating your words for reading it wrong for your rose colored glasses for breaking their hearts for … Continue reading Day 13 Do Not Apologize
Early Morning Poems 