Grand Central Stomach my stomach is grand central stationtrains of worry or elation or exhaustion or fear or joyzipping in & out – steam screaming up into my lung ceilingfuel dripping deep into my gutty rail lines loco - motion of today’s to-dos & the conductor is on breakstepped onto cloud nine on the last… Continue reading Poem 286 Grand Central Stomach – & This Week’s Many Literary Events!
Oh Medieval Vagina Fleshy rose!You are back – unfoldingon the pages of my new collection I am coming home!Into your warm embraceThis space of divine exuberance! I apologize for stretching our connectionClearly you are tightening your gripon my pen-holding fingers once again Here we go!Deep-diving into medieval timesMargery is here tooWe are engaged in your… Continue reading Poem 279 – Oh Medieval Vagina & Yin Writing Zoom Link
A Spider and I in my Basement A spiderfalls purposefullyfrom the ceilinglegs jazzy with descentits invisible threadof web extendinglike hope I watch because I’m afraidalso open to acceptingthe spider’s place in our homeI don’t want to kill it & thatfeels good in a weird way This spiderlands gracefully on the floorits invisible web still invisiblehope… Continue reading Poem 98 – A Spider and I in my Basement
I have a list of things I want to be working on. I write this list out on a piece of paper. I also have a running list of things in my head of things I want to be doing. Reading and writing are ALWAYS ON ALL THE LISTS. I think I'm a pretty disciplined writer and… Continue reading Something Always Comes Up