Category Archives: Poetry

As often as I’ve gushed about this place, Lip-synching rapture into metaphor, Like foggy morning breeze against my face, Less startled than refreshed, and begging more, I’ve never caught in words the atmosphere Nor sung the sun in seasonal degrees … Continue reading →

I met a gentle man so well enclosed about himself he imitates a bug. By neither laugh nor sneeze is he exposed, nor attitude; he sits a selfish hug. His dentist only sees him open wide – his cats alone … Continue reading →

He went away five days and then returned to me, my irritant and nightly bore, and six days passed before my husband learned how much the trip fatigued him to the core. “I’m getting old,” he said. “I didn’t know … Continue reading →

It seems like I’m a cuckoo in a home somebody else’s parents built. I mean my words; I always use my legs; I try to eke some pleasure out of every day; I know I’m half-aware when I’m asleep; I … Continue reading →

Your little face across from me is creased with pent emotion leaking, almost-tears of grudging tantrum, as you blurt the least exact elusive words (so it appears to me, who misses signs of hurt and tries dissecting syllables). I look … Continue reading →

I wonder how society would look if every individual were smart, if all derived their knowledge from the book of life, devoting time to love and art, and each unique as marketing implies. Imagine hordes of heroes, brilliant kids, sagacious … Continue reading →

I need a little ballast or I’ll float on air today, as light as lint in beams of angled sun, excited as a mote transformed to gold. I’m dancing to extremes inside, of agitated ecstasy and gentle melodies of waltzing … Continue reading →

We sliced through icing water on the bay, arriving into snowfall as the night began. The flakes by lantern streamed our way like orange galaxies at speed of light until we stopped, and then the snowfall seemed to freeze and … Continue reading →

Sure mariposa is a lovely word, and psyche packs provocative surprise, but I declare the English name’s absurd that calls fantastic insects butterflies. How do we from the dairy designate a creature so refined it sips the bloom and flits … Continue reading →