Category Archives: Poetry

Like muddy rivulets, the tiny streams of tapes unravel in the shaded curve of freeway. Here a slingshot bungee seems a snake, a creature flung by someone’s swerve, synthetic roadkill cast among the shapes of concrete fossils, hubcap shards and … Continue reading →

Rehearsing the order of forest while walking, we learned that first grew the ALDERS, and then came the SPRUCES, until they toppled for HEMLOCKS to rise where they’d fallen or burned, and finally CEDARS survived them to blanket this hill.

A fence of pickets rises round a yard of grass homogenous and vibrant green: a rack of ivory towers, upright, hard as phalluses provocative and clean. It takes a village to create a lawn. It took a truckload and a … Continue reading →

Mama’s getting angry bit by bit about behavior inappropriate to time or subject, circumstance or place, among practitioners of self-disgrace. Mama saw the father hit the son and litter old revenge on everyone; observed the man who claimed to be … Continue reading →

I recollect distraction just like this: a business meeting – full aware that soon my client would remit his deepest kiss, exchanging evening sex for work at noon. Receiving now that pricking focused glance, ingesting food we don’t attend, I … Continue reading →

It’s lonely at the top, I’ve heard expressed by those who have it all. This fact is known to kings and popes and others power-blessed or fortunate, but who is as alone as God? And why have all mythologies proposed … Continue reading →

I wound myself up so, I wounded me. I spun until I sickened my own heart with hurt in anger wrapped concentrically. And then I pulled his fourteen lines apart. Repelled by “cunning” at the very first I took offense … Continue reading →

A cloud surrounds me lately formed of grief and pale anxieties: the deaths of those I never knew; the murder of belief in him with whom I shared a lively prose; the slow demise of infant love between my teenage … Continue reading →

She drew a princess and her parents tried to give her due and praise her royally. She crayoned ballerinas – they applied to have their girl instructed classically. She started sketching horses at age 10 and mother signed her up … Continue reading →