Hang over it all hangs overthe gratefulnessa fresh layer of skinthe elation electric hair-raising constant hum marrow made of joystem cells carryinglove like oxygenthis is a differentdose of alive sugar headachetemples pulsing with the pleasureof purpose ribs like bone clotheslineswith pinned up mouthssmiling & ripecheeks landing padsfor tear stormstouching downinterior quakesperfectly shiftingmy core complete heavinessa community quiltflung… Continue reading Poem 120 – Hang Over & GRAND THANKS!
Sunday Morning back at the dining room tablecooling coffeecoffee breath thickfour pensthree journalstwo markershand-written poemson pretty pink paperthe tops ragged fromtearing them off the padoverflowing bread basketrecycled paper napkinstoo many to fit in the holderso they topple under thelaptop cord & virtual schoolprint-outs the napkin holderholding up Miller’s cell phonethe Mega To Do Listthis poem… Continue reading Poem 115 – Sunday Morning
Daisy DuplexA poem about the daisy for Miller Bellis perennis daes eageDay’s eye daisy dawn’s blinking blossom Daisy dawn’s blossom blinksPlinked from the field for fortune Fortune’s field her petals pulledBy fingers in need of divinity Fingers need divine guidanceLove or not love petals proclaim Proclamations of love torturousDeath to the daisy that divines The… Continue reading Poem 110 – Daisy Duplex
That feeling when YOU.DID.IT! when the notes in your blood sing a symphony of synergywhen the muscles in your heart tighten & expand jello-ingthe walls of the chambers of your love & you shudder & crybut you’ve never felt more alivewhen your voice is a forest of redwood conviction & confidenceeven as doubt & worry… Continue reading Poem 81 – That Feeling When You Did It