It doesn’t take water to drown. It only takes an absence of air from a shock to the system. That one tiny moment when disbelief dissolves recognition or grief consumes reason. The moment that expands in waves onto your private beach bringing a loss of direction, a losing of way, a distortion of things once solid. Falling into murky silence where everything is muffled, the insulation entices. Just close your eyes and drift. Continue reading That Feeling of Drowning
We don’t know shit about the moon, her wants or desires, what she feels when she looks at us across the expanse, so green and blue and teeming with life. And us, like a giant eye looking back, plotting our next invasion. We look up into endlessness and there she is. Patient. Steady. Loyal. We planted a flag on her and we think that makes her ours. She will never be ours. I remember the night we lay in the bed of your old Chevy truck looking up at her, as still and lonely as a lost dime on the … Continue reading Another Poem About the Moon
It’s Sunday, a day I often catch up with my online reading. I like to check in with writer’s blogs and lit zines, following their links which often take me to new and exciting places. Today I followed a link about The Daily Poet, a book of writing prompts, from a Pinterest pin that took me to Kelli Russell Agodon’s website. Turns out, she’s one half of the team who founded Two Sylvias Press with which I was already familiar. So I read about her book plus some of her other posts and enjoyed it. The book looks good and who couldn’t use a … Continue reading Reading, Writing, and Publications
Grey day, indistinct edges fade into tendrils of forgotten thoughts. The birth caul over baby’s face, the thud of dirt on crone’s coffin, everything in between so much receding matter. Ancient burial grounds fester beneath glass and concrete as the living replace the dead, decade upon decade. Water drips, minutes absorbed into earth. The juju beads hold no sway here. **** I don’t know why I write more on gloomy days. Continue reading Receding Matter
Two of my poems, Hynopompia and Sustenance, were published in the Winter 2015 issue of Olentangy Review, a journal that’s published astonishing writing for many years. Big thanks to Melissa and Daryl Price for supporting and publishing my work. My first publication of 2016, Away, is in Right Hand Pointing, an online journal publishing since 2004, which is forever online. Thanks to Laura Kaminski, editor, who is an accomplished poet in her own right. I am a huge fan of her work. I am excited and humbled to be included with the talented poets in these issues. Continue reading Recent Published Poems
Jazz trumpets & tubas play a celebratory tune while sparrows spill the birdseed — tick, tick, tick — keeping time with New Orleans’ coolest cats. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Good News
You parade both of your faces You have no guile, no artifice When your mood is frigid your breath blows ice crystals The heat of your scowl shrivels the most verdant terrain But on days like today your benevolence rolls in waves washing us all in rapture Continue reading Morning Meditation: Autumn Nirvana
The deep summer green has faded overnight from the trees, the season is already changing. As the twilights begin to shorten I also want to not be out, exposed, a cracked and worn Spode plate from a set mostly broken or chipped. ***** Found poem from The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion. Continue reading My New Fragility
Green eyes in black fur peer down from the porch roof, a good place to doze in the gentle breeze and the lullaby of the burbling fountain. Continue reading Morning Meditation 9.29.15: Cat on a Cool Wooden Roof
Two cloud-white buds have appeared on the ginger, tiny fingers pointing to the sky. The butterfly blossoms emerge slowly, a twin to the pungent flavor of the roots that melt over the tongue. ***** Read more Morning Meditations here. Continue reading Morning Meditation 9.25.15: Ginger
