Category Archives: Poetry

My mother never wore fake jewels or glass, and didn’t pierce her lobes for 50 years, but I remember carousels of brass that danced and jingled dangling from her ears. She walked behind me up the concrete stairs that brought … Continue reading →

Observing this confused society, that age by age through eons has evolved into a fabric of complexity, I wonder if our politics dissolved the bright connections out of which we wove the counterpane. That’s feral comedy, or comic irony. Conventions … Continue reading →

How sweet the sight of newsprint widest ruled, with alternating lines an inch apart. On such a surface we were early schooled to print our letters. Now as then we start the kids with solid guidelines high and low, a … Continue reading →

A pepper tree ahead of me appears a graceful drape above an antique truck, reminding me of Chula Vistan years when our suburban hormones ran amok, when we were husbanded like citrus trees in Cinderella homes on furrowed blocks, our … Continue reading →

A hypercube is called a tesseract and can’t exist in three or four dimensions. It floats imaginary and exact, an edifice of logical extensions that I can neither build nor draw nor see, nor picture in the certainty of prose, … Continue reading →

I guess I cut an anchor chain last week and watched it sink to sand without a sound, but I don’t want a moorage I don’t seek and longer at that tether would have drowned respect and swamped esteem beneath … Continue reading →

The candle in my belly is a light beneath my heart, a battery my feet imbibe, a pole of ribbons lancing height as I expand extremities with heat self-generated. Higher now I grow, forever stretching energy I spin above the … Continue reading →

Ecstatic is the timbre of his voice, and manic is the rhythm and the tone he uses to describe his three days’ choice at midnight Sunday on the telephone. “Enthusiastic” sounds a pallid word that intimates but can’t surround his … Continue reading →