Category Archives: Poetry

The moon this morning makes a parasol; it blocks the sun with annular eclipse, but we can’t see phenomena at all, with morning overcast that almost drips on us from sky of white and murk of May. So we cannot … Continue reading →

I miss my husband. After 15 years divorced, I spent last Saturday with him and slipped into nostalgia. It appears I could have stuck it out – I sought a whim and built romantic castles in the air – except … Continue reading →

So what’s it mean, she offering me speed? We haven’t shared cocaine for 40 years. And little brother’s Vicodin? I need it like another burden, it appears, yet eagerly do I partake. They owe me twice as much for their … Continue reading →

An orb of summer fruit, a perfect sphere of nectarine, red-orange flecked with gold, arrayed with plums and peaches, forms a tier of bounty in the galley. Someone sold us luxury and decadence indeed – for produce stocked a week … Continue reading →

A minute till this bus departs from BART, an April Sunday almost summer hot. I had my wine and pizza – now we start to motor north on College, with a lot of ice-cream lovers, shoppers, drivers, pairs and passengers … Continue reading →

The wooden pieces, splinter sharp and bright with flame or gray with ember residue, drop riverward. The steel so hot it’s white as noon is plummeting to water, too, and hissing as it kisses through its path, or steaming as … Continue reading →

A coin of platinum lit the sky that night, and didn’t seem to move. The moon hung full and cast on clouds a blood-tinged silver light, exerting its extraordinary pull. It made me send a friend provoking verse. It snuck … Continue reading →