No one to share clothes with for me as a young women the age clothes -sharing was a sign of sisterly best friendness when the shine of those girlhood intimacies made me want to live to the next day in the great glow of extravagant like-you-ness with someone who happened to walk the same way … Continue reading April 5th Line-Play
Blind Translation
April 5 (Blind Translation w/ Photo of Aunt Laura’s Jam) NOVO OKO Sibila Petlevski (Croatia) Nismo čekali da proleti prva roda iznad krova nego smo sami postavili na dimnjake gnijezda. Prošlo je vrijeme čuđenja u kojem je vrijedilo pravilo da je svaka stvar novome oku nova. Mrtvaci se mirno dižu iz mrtvih, žive ljudi bez … Continue reading Blind Translation
Blue Letter
April 4, 2018 It is the burned edge of a blue letter crumpled back-drawer finding when you least expect & gut waves, washing the shore of some distant past- whisper, crash, fizzle, the silver wallpaper in a Jersey boardwalk hotel sea foam toes, an astonishing baroque sky before the storm a ramble into rough waters … Continue reading Blue Letter
And The Band Played On
The Wreck in Torpedo Alley (could have) Raised the Dead. (a) Garbage Crash Brick House Disaster NoOne Hurt Sally Said Just Someone(’s) Cabbage Road Kill Cringe The Curses Bent Wheels Oilslick Intaglio Lucky Mayhem One More Bloodless Mess Two Alarm Clean Up Session 2 AM Hellions Go to Sleep, Elizabeth
Easter Fool’s Day
She leans forward in the pew “You’ll take her up, right?” Two sisters with canes - I’m strongest on two legs and so of course, “yes”. I am reliant on muscle memory walk the aisle, remember ways of gracious refusal hands crossed to indicate a pass on the bread and wine. My two sisters rest … Continue reading Easter Fool’s Day
Dear Old Friend
I left a thick-necked pine- top work horse for you, though that one, too, shared my heart beat, laughed at my hollow tapping, wrote songs and knew how to twang a groove even when I did not. You, my mahogany rosewood Lovely – naked companion, you sang sweetest, found me at a bend in the … Continue reading Dear Old Friend
Day 27
Chefs, I present to you my love of the divine- roasted garlic in fruity olive oil, pureed fresh tomato, basil, a marriage of sweet, salt, tang, floral that touches the nose before tantalizing the tongue. Tuscany in June. Ohio in July. Slice a mushroom, you enter the cave, play in the dirt it came from. … Continue reading Day 27
Day 26
Primitive They’ll never guess. The small hand-forged French horn belt buckle, was more than an amusing, trinket. Perhaps one day my great, great granddaughter will notice a teak box stowed away in her grandmother’s linen closet, discover the fine, rough treasure, and wonder. For 35 years I’ve wanted to give it back- this memento of … Continue reading Day 26
Day 25
Post Auricular Touch this: velvet lobe, comfort in tough times then press ever so gently forward. I love the shallow spot Norman Rockwell mothers demonstrated how to scrub Saturday playdirt clean so stare-ahead Sundays in pews were less distractible. Where fingers linger, kisses glance, and even this morning as I pause hand- to-face to ponder … Continue reading Day 25
Catching Up Days 22,23,24
22 Georgic (sort of) The small key to the riding mower hangs behind the door on a red fob. Winter was mild but the engine wont turn. the grass is long, brown mountains of mole hills dot the field, tall stalks topped with dandelion fluff, send feathered seeds forth on the generous April breeze. Half the … Continue reading Catching Up Days 22,23,24
Early Morning Poems 