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
Day 25
When you were born we all gathered round you, first of the grandchildren, boychild, we were the planets to you, Sun, and our stories today, carry the dust of decades, your singular mysteries, your wanderings and returns. You remember how your father and grandfather woke you at dawn to watch the morning rise over the … Continue reading Day 25
Day 24 My Grief
Common, hidden hunted by snakes and large birds of prey my grief escapes in scurrying spirals tucks deep in a Poplar crevasse and in the dark, deep at night she sees the shape of hidden things with huge nocturnal eyes looks and looks before she leaps she trusts the mechanics of her outstretched arms the … Continue reading Day 24 My Grief
Day 23 In Conversation
We large female children who find ourselves rocking one another in rhythms of cradle and breast, who stand in line to honor our dead, our grandmothers our lost boys, we rock on our heels, kiss the brows of our fevered sisters in search of ourselves, our missing colors, our unspoken promises, our unnamed regrets, we … Continue reading Day 23 In Conversation
Day 22 Metonymy Me
Raising a cup for the sun to shine in I’m just weary enough inside my skin Darkening, I listen, for I have been Too long at the fair and the lights grow dim. Grandmother’s angel upon the shelf I hearken to angels inside myself Harps play in trees ‘midst the beckoning green Echoes of children, … Continue reading Day 22 Metonymy Me
Day 21
There was a woman strong of heart Who did her best to do her part Who baked the cake and pulled the plow Who did the dishes, milked the cow There was a woman long and lean Who wasn’t nice and wasn’t mean Who paced the floor and clicked her tongue Who climbed a ladder … Continue reading Day 21
Day 20 Sejo
That bagel! I’d given them up for a year but I’m hungry Toasted with butter and cream cheese, a far cry from blueberries and bran This is no failure, rather, fundamental search for pleasure *** These Redbuds catch morning rays, dance in sun and shadow How is it possible tomorrow will bring snow? How can … Continue reading Day 20 Sejo
Day 19 Lunch Anyone?
It peeves, it bothers, agitates annoys, it irks, exasperates It nettles, riles, galls, and vexes Pisses me worse than careless exes The back and forth on email, text is Only trying for a luncheon plan A walk, a meeting, where and when Just name the place, we’ve got the time The back and forth on … Continue reading Day 19 Lunch Anyone?
Early Morning Poems 