Thursday, October 2, 2014

Lighten the Load

Taking an inventory: what to get rid of?
Black faux seal skin coat from Mother, long in her grave
Black lace scarf now in tatters that she once wore to church
Hair from dead husband, cut from his large lusty pony tail
Nails used to hang me from the cross
Quilt made from petrified tears
Notebook containing dreams from 1982
Notebook containing dreams from 1990
Photos of people now long gone and forgotten
Skull of tiny seabird found on the shore
Mildewed bible with mouse nibbled corners
Pressed flowers from first and only prom date
Rubber band ball
Love letter from first abusive boyfriend
Love letter from first non abusive boyfriend
Letter from Father where he says he loves me and I should be a good girl
Tiny holographic eyeball that stares at me from a silver frame
Wanting none of these things, they are put in a box
and moved
yet again to my new home

Monday, July 14, 2014


The boat chugged slowly
around the headland
cutting through choppy waves
on its way to the harbor
the customary seagulls
sat on the cliffs and watched
as if waiting for some dreaded event
the boat waddled low in the water
it would not clear the bar
the sailors were throwing
heavy sisal bags over the side
ballast to lighten the load
whatever it was the gulls just hissed

Monday, June 9, 2014


For my Friend Brian

Faith is the Ballast
Some use Water
Others use Dragonwood

Caricature of Lola Montez's departure for America

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Rondo in F

The operator sits down
a piano becomes a time machine
she presses the keys
and a message
from the eighteenth century
enters the room

although buried in an unmarked grave
“Wolfie” as he was affectionately called
etched out his thoughts
into the wall of time

sitting here, in this room
listening to that message sent
over two hundred years ago
I write these words on electric paper
a message folded and stuffed
into a crevice in that same wall

Saturday, May 17, 2014


She is the Percussion
tick tock
click clack
jingle jangle

Come to rattle yer cage
Ha Ha no one is safe

Kakoosh kakoosh
swish swish
peasoup peasoup peasoup

Come to rattle yer cage

Friday, May 9, 2014

The Apron

I asked Mr. Google
if he knew her
if he remembered her
he shrugged
I’m sorry he said
maybe if she had
done something important
or she was the mother of
someone important
then I think there would
be a line around here somewhere

turning away I wanted to say
I remember her
the smell of soap and cooking
imbedded deep in her apron
as I grabbed on
to steady my feet

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Mother and Son

I'm  sorry
Its OK
I was so young
I know
How can you ever forgive me
Maybe I never will
Its OK
I'm sorry
I know

Saturday, May 3, 2014

The Stories We Tell

A group of refugees with
tired road-worn feet
gather under a shading oak tree
and after resting for a while
started exchange their precious
      stories of home
good soil, sweet water, old friends
the perfect proportion of
sunny days and gentle rain
and after taking time to
complain about their situation
closed their eyes
remembering days and places
that never existed

Monday, April 28, 2014

No Perfection

Today is a day like any other day in my postage stamp yard blinding with white sun
Iridescent hummingbirds, royal purple petunias, green aphids and rusted rose leaves
Exist side by side
Floaty butterfly's are in decline while the ants quickly take over carrying their precious
Jade like aphids from leaf to leaf spreading disease while they make sweet milk for the colony

My life is expecting perfection; No fuck ups allowed

I could have been a flower or bird or aphid or ant
but stuck in human form
There is no perfection,
Only the acceptance of its non existence

Sunday, February 16, 2014

On Reading Love Poems

a human heart reaches for connection
however brief, out of solitary exposure
a bridge emerges from the mist.
we set foot on uncertain boards
without any sense of purpose
the curtain stirs in the heat of promise
not the safe tomorrow, that never comes
“she loves me, she loves me not?”
why ask?

Thursday, February 13, 2014

14th Year in Cherryland

In the summer of their 14th year
that warm endless summer in Cherryland Park
his steely blue jeans melted 
against her soft brown corduroys like hot metal magma

pushing her hard into the fresh cut grass
exciting her allergies
causing welts up and down her naked suntanned arms

Red lacerations, later to be explained away with

                     I dont knows

Absentmindedly itching the swelling cross-hatching's
until they bled
all the while thinking 
of his tongue
and how cold it felt in her mouth

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Given Enough Time

there are fourteen crossings
between here and there
pick one, just one
you will, of course, regret your choice
you always have,
given enough time
we all do,
given enough time
but today is your lucky day.
this you will remember
until Thursday becomes Friday
by the weekend your joy
will begin to thin and
the face in the mirror
will question certainty itself

Saturday, January 18, 2014

The Art of Closure

Don't run when you see the signs:
eyes that never really look at you
a luminous body that does not glow
words that speak of nothing

If you are young it will be hard
to see and read these signs

Age can help define
and justify the leaving

slow but deliberate;
if you run you will get away
too fast and wont learn the lesson

On the other side is
light and sound and air

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Ice Blue Eyes

a single face among faces
in a crowd on the street
ice blue eyes, coffee colored face
my heart stopped
         an instant
then the blood began to flow,
         in earnest
she knew she had this effect
both on men and on women
but didn’t understand why

I didn’t look away
as almost everyone did
she didn’t blink, searching my face
for some indication, some sign
maybe I had the answer

Friday, January 10, 2014

El Capitan

Arranged idly on his face
two staring orbs of clouded blue

His hand confessed to nothing
while it pawed the ice cubed air

Down below his palsied feet
danced to a happy tune
only he could hear

"turn up the volume El Capitan"
he sang into deepest echoic space

His lift off was successful and now he was free