What have you done, little grey wing Flown the dark Atlantic to Cordoba Heard the poetry of Lorca Stolen a song of some ruiseñor Returned with them swelling your breast? Again, to the moon’s full glow Accompanied by crickets, the songs Filter through the lemon tree. The mockingbird awakens me. THIS is what I MEAN!!!
When I cut my hair it always grows back again– Goodbyes Aren’t for friends
Yoga class at the lake, she catches his eye An electric charge in the brain… Not the spring lilac, nor the plum in bloom Something more unnatural The odor of perfume, the beauty in surprise. Waves of all seasons ring the shore Spirit seeks a form, an afternoon union– They do not know what Causes their communion– […]
For for Mary Leary The cracked world strangely abstract Flowers panic in the window box Crows eat the petals of mourning Unpeaceful Xanax morning, I should meditate, but this is fine Poetry calms the storms of afternoon until A gathering of friends SOMA Heads looking for a fix in my room Invisible bandito on the […]
A need to return to origin True as the need for home Rush of shoreline, sea kelp The coupling of crabs, flash Of small fish in a tidal pool But a reason for rock, foam Gull, cloud, sky– unknown. Each salty breath brings me Into being, but you, Womb Of Life, Great Mother, you Hold […]
Roaches in the kitchen Rats in the rafters Ants in the cookie jar Act now not after Huffin’ and puffin’ Wolf at the door Blowin’ down the house That’s what’s in store Crows in the cornfield Mice in the larder Weasel in the white house Gotta try harder! Stand up America! Stand Up America!
Driving to a place I’ve never been, a library new to me It hardly matters where, I have a GPS To get me there, Siri gives directions, “Turn right, take exit eighty three But when I get there, she is speechless. Before entering I stop in the men’s room because I really have to go […]