we stole away from the table – first you, then me, so as not to invite titters and whispers.The sun was a golden coin melting into smoke kissed mountains, tossing pink confetti into the sky.The evening song of cicadas rose … Continue reading As glasses were raised
Every old hound dog I ever knew was named Blue, the blue tick, the coon hound, the Bassett with rheumy eyes that waited in a wallered out spot in a neighbor’s yard for a touch, a glance, waited patiently into … Continue reading Blue Unending
Dusty trunk of cracked leatherand crusty lock reveal Great-Gran’s long-forgotten cache of fine Chinese silks,bolts of vibrant threads that survived tempestuous seas and mud-sucking roadsbut Great-Gran vanished in the waves of flu, the silks packed away, tempting nibblesfor attic mice. … Continue reading Reincarnation
The earth cracksshifts, slants Breath stillsSpirit sinks untilall that’s left is a huskLife evaporates like a magic trickUp in the skystars glitter Sharp pointed teethwaitingDying leaves shiveringand rattlingon branches trying to hold onTrying It’s a gloomy morning here with a … Continue reading Unfinished Ending
we arecannibal ash left-behindsfading static on lost frequenciesdoppelgängers of used-to-bewe arehardscrabble nightsshattered shot glassesdried up shimmiescurdled bits of bloodwe areidle spit dried to salton steamy blacktopwithered illusionsscrewed up tattooswe arestruggling steel in a hot metal world It’s Open Link Night … Continue reading Me and Pearl
I learned to make Chile Rellenos ten years after my first bite, its luscious light as air golden goddess melting on my tongue, the firm fleshy Poblano submitting to my relentless bite, the sharp cheesy lava rolling through the cavern … Continue reading I Will Never Forget Hobbs, New Mexico 1975
This is a poem that was published in Muddy River Poetry Review back in 2017. It has a reference to a Beatles song in the title and in the verse. The Beatles have been all over the Net with the … Continue reading dVerse Open Night: Don’t Carry the World
Creation’s ChaosVoices fall from the night sky, a chorale of invisible comets disguised as bone and wax,splashing over the landscape, hopeful as sleeping seeds windblown into creation’s chaos,searching eyes balanced between luck and inevitability. Nursing a tender center desperate for … Continue reading Creation’s Chaos
It’s Prosery Monday at dVerse Poetry Pub. Today Merril challenges us to write a prose piece of no more than 144 words including the following quote: “I am bombarded yet I stand.”From Adrienne Rich, “Planetarium” My piece is titled “Clipped … Continue reading Clipped Wings
Watercolors Our days and nights bleed togetherWatercolors on canvasHue and tint minglingOver hours, minutes, secondsOur passing bodies weave a patternOf do’s and don’tsOf when’s and what if’sWe linger in life’s paint strokesIts colors running faster and faster In response to … Continue reading Watercolors
