January 10, 2024

my life is a hooded woman with ruby red lips




leopard printed fluorescent jacket 
adjacent fluorescent bag shouldered
beside a bus stop's corner crumbled 
like a coastline or an old tooth filling
snow scurries in a hurry to arrive unlike
the bus orange stiped barrels direct 
flakes that descend diagonally like 
my life is a hooded woman with ruby red 
lips hastening down a cracked walk 
carries a caged orange tabby and I see 
that Judy is torn with disbelief.









December 21, 2023

night crashed fell fast

 















sky grows my atmospheric 

river the loss of loss

grief kite quit his book elving 

so easily persuaded

falling is failing is failing falling 

so airily displayed 

worries a familiar queen 

in what increments may I purchase 

time or knowing how to get around?

night crashed fell fast 

twinkled trees do not return my gaze 

chandelier this winter darkness

opened pale and backwards

exit entering 

windows in windows 

portal the darkness


night crashed fell fast



















October 8, 2021

Smiling at the smack




waiting for 

the bus, nut 

smacks the oblivious

street, black 

feathers furl 

down, black 

beak pinches 

nearly indestructible 

treat, retreats to 

bold black wire 

safety, smiling 

still, waiting  

for the smack...





 

July 1, 2021

contemplative tea

 





sipping tea once
a sunny morning.
radiant tree zoo.



vert quiet island


 



very quiet island, episodic sitting, sometimes still, sometimes raspberries, cooking with chopin, the sky did not threaten, depending upon your perspective, to rain all day like a fifties striptease  gets so close without ever getting there, wordling myself into clouds again, abstract erotic hopeful poetry, suddenly the idea communes, tiramisu & tea-dirty chai, the champion of potatoes loves me again but only halfway, my day wore a tight t-shirt & the cockiest black jeans they have, cute babe reclines outside the pirate ship takes a surreptitious drag of me, 


i am writing because i care.

May 19, 2021

Evidence of Rain

 








Wednesday puddles

in slow motion 

explosions of

fuchsia & lilac 

ruffled rhododendrons 

swirl a little girl 

circles the aftermath

singing I am not

welcome but

I am not trapped.


grateful for blossom

and new wave on the grass.


evidence of rain.














May 17, 2021

Grateful for the clouds

 








Grateful for 

the clouds. I remember 

the morning behind the blinds, 

darkening. We say 

took the day off but 

never gave the day away. 

thick and malty, a day of 

dark teas. Grateful for 

the clouds after all 

that sun. I have 

begun to tan makes

all my scars 

glow.