Category Archives: Poetry

If everything in life’s a type of test, then pass this one and you’ll matriculate. Just let the process shape you to the best edition you progressively create. A problem is a puzzle in disguise, and you can use your … Continue reading →

Now why am I so mad again today I’m picking fights with people in my mind? And why do most my mornings start this way? And will I never leave the wrath behind or plumb it clearly till it disappears? … Continue reading →

Well as I live and breathe, he vocalized (he gives good phone, and she gives willing ear). He didn’t sound excited or surprised as much as warmly welcoming to hear her alto tones. A pair of weeks had passed with … Continue reading →

A child may be innocent and pure, with cheek unetched, all possibility, but I detested being one, for sure I had to note the mean conformity, the impotence, the greedy imperfection. The years elapse along with lapsing chance. Assuming power … Continue reading →

She’s wearing Tevas over cotton socks beneath a shapeless skirt and peasant blouse. As if a barrel chose to wear a box, an aging Berkeley matron leaves her house to walk her pets, with passive mate in tow, apparently agreeable … Continue reading →

When I was pregnant I became divine – a minor goddess of fertility – no sooner touched a plant than it was mine to root and put forth shoots abundantly. I cultivated marijuana seeds, conversed with birds, and looked in … Continue reading →

They forecast yesterday tomorrow’s storm but let us bask until then in the sun, so I am walk-commuting April warm and morning clear, inclined almost to run I’m so impending with my rite of spring. I learned a little bit … Continue reading →

Inside myself with glee of me I sing. I build atonal choral club of one. Within my skin I harmonize this spring; I buried habit in apparel spun from caterpillar dreams. Now showers bring anointment to the gardens, as the … Continue reading →