Remnants of my Saturday Morning Dream The old victorian houseis perfectly ricketycontent in the stateof itself shifted andunevened over time In the streets around herpanic – human mayhemworse than termites in woodor bees behind a wallyet the same in theirbuzzing destructionto exist In the sky – translucentblack orbs floating toconcrete and mudthe stepping out ofholograms… Continue reading Poem 10 – Remnants of my Saturday Morning Dream
Orbit for Miller There is noseparationbetweena sun and her rays I orbit the planet familyfour humans two caninesfood shelter waterbooks film art When I wrap myselfaround her shiningtickle her wristsmell her skinI tell herI hope big love greetsyou every morningIt will she says it will In this orbitI am curled indevotedsmallyet each breath inis a… Continue reading Poem 9: Orbit
Green beans Yesterday I washed the green beansCut off the stem-heavy ends Heated the oilSautéed the garlicDropped in the parsleyLoaded the beans in the potThrew in a chunk of butter(for my thighs)Put the lid on the pot Yesterday I burned the green beansThe smoke detector started singingAt quarter past three alarming meAway from the forest of… Continue reading Poem 7 – Green Beans
PARIS, AT DAWN Another me slipped under my skinlast night as I was readingshe grabbed onto my spinelike it was a light lamp in Parismy blood – a red-tinged fog She was in Paris swingingaround the post one arm outhugging the belly of the infant morningshe’d been up all night dancingonly the sequence on her… Continue reading Poem 5 – Paris, at dawn
While I was labelling all my journals over the holiday, I found something I'd written on the back of a page of stickers. It looks like it might have been the beginning of a song as 'bridge' and 'chorus' are included...And so, today we get a two-for...a two-fer? Two poems for one because I wanted… Continue reading Found Heart Poem, Amazon Poem
Do you know how many socks I walk by? There’s one in the hallwayhalf-full of someone’s ghost footcurled in an awkward twist against the air return grate. Another, thinned from beinggripped and stretched between the dog’s teeth, lays like a jazzsinger over a piano, except the piano in this case is a dog bonepurple and orange, seconded constantly by… Continue reading Do You Know How Many Socks?
living things for me this has been a time of gentle consistent denial desperate powerful pushing A W A Y of hailstorms each icy ping of virus-fact rain smacking tender parts of me the side of my neck the under of my armpit the dimples above my bum cold awakenings jolt my emotions into hyperdrive… Continue reading For me, this has been a time of…#morningcoffeesessions