Category Archives: Poetry

We brought a little camera in our gear, but fifteen pictures cannot capture all the colors or the contours that appear before our greedy eyes, for look how small the window is that’s meant to find a view, and see … Continue reading →

The messenger assigned to comb the shore, and carefully select the perfect sand, invested half an eon in the chore, and filled the holy bucket with her hand until she had the quantity she sought, and bore it to the … Continue reading →

What signifies this tightness in my chest, and why so readily do tears arise? From what this restlessness and this depressed affect portending doom and joy’s demise? How can I so distracted be at games, or wide awake yet miss … Continue reading →

The starboard hemisphere produces song while reasoning originates in port. A woman’s brain is blended, so a quart of intuition mixes with a strong infusion steeped in bags of right-and-wrong, and brews a view more balanced than the sort your … Continue reading →

I pinched myself 8 times a day, and yet I really couldn’t wake. The sun, the car, the banal talk seduced me to forget my time. Three days I went to nothing far – a jaunt away from concrete, hew … Continue reading →

I’d write you in a poem but you resist the structure of a sonnet. I’ve no bar to measure you; until my mouth is kissed it can’t transliterate the man you are. Engaging you by pulse or surge or byte, … Continue reading →

Emerging from a chronic lassitude appareled seven months as creeping age, I danced this morning vibrantly, imbued with brimming energy, my rug a stage for showing me myself in my own light. I stretched my arms and neck. I raised … Continue reading →

Another phrase that means the opposite of what we all agree is common speech. You tell me “boring” is appropriate as synonym – exactly as we teach our kids, but now consider otherwise: the “ho” is yawning to inhale more … Continue reading →

To me and maybe most of us a house is often made a metaphor of mind. No matter it’s in Monterey or Taos or Tulsa, Flint or Madison – behind the doors, beneath the roof, there may be mess or … Continue reading →