Category Archives: Poetry

If I had died a dozen years ago, I could have taken fantasies intact with me into the earth, and never know the pain of my illusion meeting fact. I’d be remembered young by everyone who knew me long enough … Continue reading →

I would have read a newsletter today while I unwilling willed myself to work, except the train-borne wind chased it away too fast for me to follow. With a jerk of final gusting strength, the funneled gale that blew before … Continue reading →

Of all the gifts my life bestows on me Ideas I value most. Computers treasure electricity, For software is a ghost That current-craves as we require blood, As sunshine is essential for the bud, But we, elaborate, are built to … Continue reading →

The gardener removes selected growth to clear a path or sensibly enhance a section of my yard. So I with both intent and memory address the plants that grow upon the acres in my mind. These berries are too thorny … Continue reading →

Delicious is the phase our friendship’s in that’s barely gone beyond acquaintance yet. We recognize each other with a grin, attend each word or nuance, and forget there’s any other rider on the bus. Adorable is how we take a … Continue reading →

I won’t rebut – go on and call me bitch. Accuse me of controlling tendency, and mention these when you recite your pitch: manipulation and effrontery. Insinuate black magic as a skill I’ve made my own; suggest that I’m a … Continue reading →

Hallucinating giant fallen trees across the road, she almost speaks to warn him of the obstacles ahead. She sees they drive on tracks above a void newborn of heated evening air; they hurtle west on shadow rails, and bottomless the … Continue reading →

Arrested in the spider’s sticky strings, a butterfly appeared suspended where the web was hung; she worked her fairy wings of gold and black against the autumn air like eyelids blinking in a sudden light. But sails of vibrant dust … Continue reading →