Words
A Spate of Poets
They’re everywhere – !behind bushes, on benches,under bridges, in the hedges,eyes shiningtoo much.
I’ll be the log in your fire place. Let our nostalgia ...
Love letter to the corn dog at River and Woods
A bite into you
is a bite into late backyard nights
where summer breezes bring you
the scents of swaying cornfields
and the laughter of friends
and the...
You catch more flies with honey than with vinegar
Grandma said, “you catch more fliesWith honey than with vinegar”I wondered...She herself was vinegarShe never made sweet thingsOr said sweet wordsWas she afraid of...
Result Of The Utterance
Every single thing that is alive communicates.
All that lives from bees to trees, harmonyfrom root and branch to you and memust one way or...
Arguing with Something My Dharma Teacher Said
There was a bumper sticker in Colorado in the 90’s that said, “Shit Happens” — you remember the one? The next one was a...
Instrument of Vibration
In reverie I drum with open handsall over my naked chest legs stomach,beating into this life a rhythm,percussing the guts beneath my skin...
my...
Tell me again
I am the tinker-toy derelict in the corn;you are the plucky jalopy in the public pool.I mean to say, meet me in the delicatessen;leave...
Be Patient, Flower Girl
Be patient, flower girl.
Take time to grow,
Teach the importance of knowing.
Taking a look at perspective
It is always changing.
Leave dried seed heads and grasses
Pruned back...
Thanksgiving
Thanks for stoplights, to notice pink waves of dawn,
reflected from sandstone foothills, that drift across my windshield
Thanks for hold buttons, for forced
moments to focus...
