Category Archives: Poetry

A voice without a face informs the air of elevator problems, parking lot security, malfunctions taking fare, and items “lost” that really were forgot by passengers distracted, unaware, and now bereft. The PA phrase is shot aloud and signals like … Continue reading →

I will not ever willing leave this place where light is soft as Paris, clear as height, where morning breeze is slick against my face, my chin is cool and green expands my sight. I’ll never move away from here, … Continue reading →

Full obvious to me it is I get away with happiness. I ransom glee from Morpheus, elude the counterfeit of ease and don my harness willingly. (Elastic doesn’t bind as much as hold.) (I need a bit of tension in … Continue reading →

Sure every generation has its terms but ours is far the biggest, and our own. The way we used to do and think affirms these words – remember feeling we had grown a bumper crop of weird, that not before … Continue reading →

A situation comedy I viewed, a show produced two score of years ago, when ads were short, technology was crude, and I began to like that type of show, exhibited a heroine of taste, a single woman then beyond compare … Continue reading →

I feel unready for today to start (except I want the hemisphere to wake). I mean I seem to lack the strength or heart to tackle all my work without mistake. My soul is weary but I leave my bed. … Continue reading →

There may be more varieties of green than any other color. This is why our brains adore it; this is what we mean when we refer to nourishing the eye. There’s spring and olive, Kelly, drab and pea. No other … Continue reading →

The English ivy blossoms in the yard as ugly as the fungus where a tile lost its grout, tenacious and as hard to kill. In shape like jacks collected while the ball allows, they’re wasp-attracting signs of pestilence and immortality: … Continue reading →

The earth has wheeled again around the sky; a dozen months have cycled in their turn. If we could view the revolution high above ourselves, then maybe we would learn our planet is a dandelion heart: The stem is spun … Continue reading →