Two Nonets for Napowrimo day 9 At nine I road a hand-me-down bike Blue Wheels, fat, silver pedals, tight I’d stand for the uphill climb Then fly down Jeffery Hill Miss the gravel patch A sure wipe out Catch myself Laughing bright The number of completion is nine Peace with the lessons learned so far … Continue reading Nine
Bubble Bound
Most days I’m Glinda a sparkly witch, glittering goodness. See me, bubble bound smiling, serene. See me gliding around granting wishes. Not one hair out of place every sequin sewn tight, my crown is white, I am gauze behind the filtered lens of your projections. Unknown to most however, I squirm, seethe green in too-tight … Continue reading Bubble Bound
A Thousand Miles
The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. The argument today begins with the decision to step at all. Millions of brain cells, micro moments, a terrible effort to break inertia, breathe and breathe again, lift an arm a leg, an eyelid. Some days simply unclenching leaves you drained enough to fall … Continue reading A Thousand Miles
Adrift
NapoWriMo Day 6 These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours and not to reach any destination. -Tagore These days I use fewer paper maps. Watch at the window instead for boats at sea, make mountains of molehills, too much emptiness to mine in this idle mind, and here … Continue reading Adrift
Bigfoot Likes to Knit
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
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 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
Early Morning Poems 