Wrapped in Salty Air from The Gulf: A Cento

I am eating raw violets. I am curious about the possessing, in the having been possessed — an old woman passes us on the ferry, sniffs us twice, You are in love, I smelled it! we could lift into the air & become part of the indistinguishable wave of laughing gulls above a lover’s hand composes the body it touches – Love, like water! How it gives and gives *** Poet credits in order of appearance: “Tonight As You Pace the Garden” by Alina Stefanescu “Maidens Tower” by Tara Skurtu “Looking for the Beautiful Things” by Joy Priest Love, Like … Continue reading Wrapped in Salty Air from The Gulf: A Cento

Delicate Peel

Delicate Peel Show me your secret 4 0’clock face Too late for sleeping Too early for eggs The time in between a mirror covered in veils Show them your secret 7 0’clock face Letting in sound but strangling words Parsing the needed from the not-so Holding time in folded fists & fog Show yourself your secret midnight face Living with ordinary Looking for sublime Like sugar over an open flame Turn to liquid & melt away Napowrimo Day 12, Prompt word: Clocks Continue reading Delicate Peel

The Solution

The Solution after JaneHirshfield You are working on a solution to cheat mortality, encourage your stem cells to bloom & reseed. Lycium Barbarum, Ginkgo Biloba, CoQ10 will remind cells to swim, to run, to procreate. You roll them around your mouth, dispersing intentions tonguing possibilities, chew on the solution. You rub fish oil in your hair, on your elbows and toes as the cat licks & licks an exfoliating massage, dead skin flakes fall, dusty motes, pink rising like balloons. Yoga clad Barbies wrinkle their noses in Trader Joe’s as you consider which organic vegetables will yield to the constraints … Continue reading The Solution

Continental Drift

We are tectonic plates in a house of misgivings, knocking together then apart, lava flowing dull-eyed & destructive closer to the village. It’s said life passes in the blink of an eye while we become set in our ways. In my heart is a vase of dead flowers crying without tears for the sun, each skintight night strangling it a little more, a little more. * The idea for this came from the prompt word “Continents” in a private NaPiWriMo Facebook group. Right away the idea of tectonic plates as a metaphor for a relationship came to my mind. It’s … Continue reading Continental Drift

Good Friday

Dirt under fingernails flowing sweat watering tiny seeds millions of possibilities Hope a green resurrection The NaPoWriMo website suggests a list poem for today. I’ve just been outside repotting and fertilizing plants. I plan to sew some flower seeds, as well. All my life I’ve heard you plant your garden on Good Friday to insure a bounteous crop. I don’t grow vegetables often but I have often planted ornamentals on Good Friday or, at least, tended to my plants. I did a google and found this interesting article about the folklore of Good Friday planting. Whether it’s true or not … Continue reading Good Friday

Same Old Song

Bravado comes in clusters when she indulges, coins dropping & disappearing like tears on a dusty floor while a front man runs roughshod across her heart, growling an age old song of betrayal, clothes dotting a front yard and new locks on the door. I remember the breeze lifting her hair as the ferry fought swells in the river & she gave her fight to its murky arms. It was a regular day until it wasn’t, her smooth smile drowning at the landing, muddy footprints leading to a song. Today I used the word generator again and got these words: … Continue reading Same Old Song

Every Day We Make a Choice

I’ve forsaken red, it’s look-at-me bluster & narcissistic blasts it makes my neck sweat with its needling & finagling I’m plugging my ears on blue, It’s holier-than-thou proselytizing & pitifying it makes my head ache with its rules & rants, it’s only one path Give me peach jam sunrises & cool green choices, rounds that roll, picking up & letting go, adapting & growing, heels that dig out not in, overeating kindness, economizing kicks I’m not officially doing NaPoWriMo because I have so much on my literary plate right now. But I took a look at Paul Brooks’ ekphrastic challenge … Continue reading Every Day We Make a Choice