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 18 Vince Who Breaks Pencils
Vince Who Breaks Pencils Frightens me enough to make me sick before lessons His white hair, pinched eyes, blistered mouth A master of the Horn, Principle with the Symphony, the only guy I should study with So says my Jr. High Band Director who has taken me as far as he can, being that he’s … Continue reading Day 18 Vince Who Breaks Pencils
Day 17 Moon Landay
Circling days I once followed the moon Mother of expectation, mother of many moods Of course, I had no language for the Tides inside my mind, the swellings in my heart, the pulse Patterns of tears and rages rising That fell away, but rose again, sure as a morning Times I’ve eaten it, watch it … Continue reading Day 17 Moon Landay
Day 14 Names
This week walking with tears in my eyes the world is an impressionist rendering of pink dogwood blooms, bursts of lime, purple, fire, gun smoke rising. Some days without obligation toward optimism my heart is at odds with my name. My names travel barefoot generations from biblelands to biblebeltways, suggest oaths I cannot keep, grace … Continue reading Day 14 Names
Day 12 Cold Sleep
The way the rafters shook slow- motion-like with little bits of caulk snowing down, weightless, strange, no? For it was stone and fell without sound. I held on to you, held on as walls caved, dust rose, your breathing steady, and mine too, come to think of it. It all comes back as if I … Continue reading Day 12 Cold Sleep
day 5 -loosely after Ada Limon’s Late Summer After a Panic Attack
Inch by inch I mosey, thunderstruck with awe loving the way weather works. today’s warm breath on my neck, wrung tight from weekend labors delights me all the way down to the soles of my feet, touching grass for the first time every bit as tender as the day my mother hovered and gently swayed … Continue reading day 5 -loosely after Ada Limon’s Late Summer After a Panic Attack
day 4- Family Mart Pastoral
Day 4—Family Mart Pastoral From this image @spaceliminalbot A convenience store, Family Mart, beckoning, fluorescent-bright, photo-shopped at the end of a well-groomed dirt path against a lovely pastoral background… a grove of trees nearly obscures the tall lime-green & white roadside logo sign to the right of the building. Otherworldly, neon against pastel. I might … Continue reading day 4- Family Mart Pastoral
-day three- Sweetgrass & Salsa
I learned the word Pentimento at 23, eating chips & salsa reading Lillian Hellman’s layered tales about real people in troubling times and one which, once the truth bled thru, I later learned, was its own counterfeit on canvas or, false claim to proximity, anyway, attempt to type over a certain story, not really hers, … Continue reading -day three- Sweetgrass & Salsa
So It Goes
Elephant walk life back then forth one two three slow pulse rumble You and Me So it goes steady, see what swirls around us snow on the trees birdbath tumbles background noise pops - flares truth telling -foibles take things slow forward, back possum track and so it goes Winter fools day sky winks … Continue reading So It Goes
May 30 Elemental
Elemental My cousin was burned in the corner of his garage, fooling around with matches near the gas can when he was 8. It happened the same year when another cousin on the other side of the family died in a garage fire at their Florida home. That boy was a baby. The news crackled … Continue reading May 30 Elemental
Early Morning Poems 