Words
unequivocally
he wakes from his morphine mist
looks up to see my sisters
and my mother
and me
all standing around
in a room suddenly thick with panic
am i dying?
all...
If I Could Fight
Dear diary,I felt something new todayafter weeks on endof nothing but fatigue;it was hatredfor the human race
It’s getting worse againafter coming so closedon’t shine...
Tree in Winter
You will be here again. Your eyes
closed in brightening light from
a window, open in winter. Magenta
blooms lidded, your forehead held
by a shoulder put forward...
to william
Faulkner, you fucker you came on to me with your words and your prose and the things you could seeand i’m beholden, Man and what can i do wondering...
Landscape, Mid-Consequence
The oft-oppressive miracles
of the combustion engine beckon
from whiny highways of a degradation
we must call fair
An asymmetrical face
appears in the exhaust drift
between the taillight and...
On my Mom’s dying
She saw my first breath.
I saw her last.
And,
in between,
many days of
smiles, shouts,
puddles, clouds
thoughts
deluded, denuded,
eluded...
Going Back to Bed
Going back to bed
is the ultimate adult dream
Subject of snooze button thoughts
Excuses
Reasons they may have closed...
Gleti, After Al-Gharra
I am the siren that beached mariners everywhere,
the daughter of waves and of memory. -
The one who coaxed Samson out of his power.
The last...
kindled, a fire no more to burn
and i can not be,
here, not tonight,
a dying vine,
these memories
twisted backward, embers of a life
retreating back to the earth
with thoughts, evolved
to die
an ego, regressed,...
While Your Parents Danced
in the next room, their heels
skimming over dark oak
to Sinatra and Como and Bennett
crooning from the dusty stereo,
we lay in your small bed, sheets
thrown...


















