10.13.2019

Where There's Smoke


I hope the sun
warming my respite
ignites infinite 
dormant fuses
that have waited 
their turn to burn
everything down
including the smolder
in me


For Just One Word in the Imaginary Garden: DYNAMITE



10.12.2019

This Week's Share


 

There’s lettuce in my coffee
as I navigate a volume
of produce from this week’s share
seven pounds to be exact

In a break from chopping kale
I learn that Donald Hall has died

Guess it’s not so surprising
I just then had been thinking
about what aging feels like
in the extremities to be exact

So let me raise this cucumber
to farms and poets and living





Honored that one of my poems is included in Silkworm 12, the annual review 
of Florence Poets Society. What a gorgeous volume, full of gorgeous poems! 

Florence Poets Society is such a warm and generous group, full of support and talent 
and inspiration. I'm grateful to our members, and to have a role in publishing Silkworm. 
(I'm the producer, behind the scenes.) Bravo for poetry!

10.06.2019

No Further


As nights 
               are darker
  the hollow 
 between my hips
         grows sharper
everything 
    tastes bitter
              sounds minor
and I find
    I cannot write 
about the moon
 flowers
your hands 
 any longer

Commissioned Piece (Untitled) @mc__monster
Used with Permission

For Kerry’s Art Flash prompt: McMONSTER
I was trying for a 55 but got this done in 30.

10.02.2019

Cracked

I leave
my night-window
cracked
to let
my dream-demon
out
Otherwise --





















My son Jack drew my dream-demon.
Inktober prompt: CRACK 

10.01.2019

Scraps


Found a scrap 
on which I had scribbled

    We must find
    your cheek color
    before the sun explodes
    so your shoes don’t melt

Color rises 
and my heart melts a little
with the earnestness




Maybe, MAYBE I’ll participate in Inktober this year!
My daughter is doing it. No promises, but this is for the prompt: MELT