Thursday, May 21, 2015

Resting in the cool of dusk

Resting in the cool of dusk 

under the porch 
in the swing by the pool --
nothing quiet,
everything a riot of crick
and creak and whine.
Who knew such tiny things
could moan and click
so loud? The lowing cow,
the cawing crow,
that hootie hoo hoo 
in the woods 
over and over 
until dusk itself 
hovers then grows wings,
whose soft brush in flight
fills with hush 
the night.

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Third Eye Blind

Third Eye Blind 

Supposedly, there's an eye
in the middle of the forehead --
third eye, chakra, blind.
I wish I could open that one
and the ones in the back of my head,
feel my way, steel myself
instead of fighting currents.
I would flow on streams of knowing
gliding forward, kicking back.

It has been a long time since I have written, and it feels like I have been just carried along blindly, letting things just happen. It's almost as if I've abdicated. Writing this helped me see that I have to find my flow...and kick back.

Monday, March 2, 2015

cleaning adolph's tub

This poem is inspired by the photo at The Mag, Tess Kincaid's weekly poetry prompt.

cleaning adolph's tub

what can wash 
                      the grit
from this man's tub

bits of bone float 

but abrasive rub

drains fill 
             with ash 
and teeth

even the pipes 

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Some things I've learned about leaving

Some things I've learned about leaving

If it's by choice
There is no mercy.
They'll split your chest
And cut apart your heart,
Pull out and read your guts;
Everything they look for is corruption.

A kinder method is
From sudden going.
The factory's moving to another town,
Your section's shutting down.
As long as you don't want to,
They will miss you
While they clear your things away.

Any leaving's better 
than the absence of leaving
Where you are sitting there,
Your motions only gestures
Breathing air.
Every wish they have 
Comes down to mercy:
Please just let you go.
They'd put a pillow to your face 
If they could do it 
And celebrate your passing
With a cheer.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

My Mother's Smile

My Mother's Smile

I don't know how, my mother says
When told to smile for the camera.
The truth is, she doesn't like the way 
She looks, so in pictures, she mostly stares.
Somewhere, un gros chien noir
Walks across my grave.
Ghost of a smile, that shadow on her face.
Truth is, she is no laugher. Never was.

Friday, December 12, 2014


Fractured light
swans along the hills,
Leaps and ebbs
like feathered fire.
Knee deep in wooded awe, 
we peer into the lapis haze above.
Divine artist, roaring 
down the corridors of time
burning cold as serpent's scales,
Your hands, your brush, they crackle.
Touch you, and we burn;
Look on you, we stay.
You charm us with your song,
Asking nothing for our passage 
but our love.

Thursday, December 4, 2014



Under the moon of the fairy night
When the days are short 
And the stars are bright,
On a puff of air and a sea of red
They rend the veil
From the Land of Dead.
Before, behind, betwixt, between,
In the nether world,
They bloom unseen --
A ghost, a thought, a root, a stem,
A silent bud,
An unsung hymn.
Shake off the veil and beat the drums!
Let cymbals play, 
For angels come!

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Sing Thanks

Sing Thanks

Little creature on the tree,
Are you thinking thanks like me?

Sow and reap, cook and stow,
Washing dishes as I go,

Wondering when I see,
Feathered wonder on the tree,

If you remember, if you know 
Gratitude from long ago

For the good gifts God does bring?
Lift your throat and with me sing.

Monday, November 24, 2014

The Long Way


Today, the road is muddy,

I recall it smooth, 
But was it?

Always there were stones.
I bear them in my flesh. 

See the blue 
Under ropey skin?

That's hope I carry with me.
Who says you can't go home?

Photo prompt
Thanks, Tess!

Sunday, November 16, 2014



When words have gone
And brushes dried up in their jars,
I play the cards.
Where nothing matters,
Nothing is at stake.
When the cards are bad,
Just shuffle.