Month: March 2023

Black Wreaths (a winter’s settling)

This old house,she’s a keeper,hoarding cracks,panes and groans.Where the shadow’s stretch,there’s a fire,it cackles and spitsand tears the cold down.Where you’ve gone,I can’t follow.Where you stand,nothing’s there.‘til I go,I cannot follow.Maybe, time will take me there.The floorboards creak.Window’s moaning.She’s telling tales—never lies.This house—it’s telling secrets—flicks on the lightsand I come undone.Where you’ve gone,I can’t follow.Where... Continue Reading →

In Training for After Middle Age

The geese in the Hudson Bay movethe same as the geese at home.The discarded white cups floating beside themmanufacture the same silences.Lapping water, clanging flagpole, the insistenceof train after train. In a city like this one,I can be invisible, mute. Slack. Mis-matched.Oily braid splintering down my neck.It’s just practice, mind you. Like beesand fallen trees,... Continue Reading →

Let Be Be the Irony of Seem

A mouse bought a franchiseand stocked it withtomatoes, lettuce, pickles,and a three cheese blend.Then he set mousey trapsfor humans.* The title is a variation on a line from "The Emperor of Ice-Cream" by Wallace Stevens. Read More in Poetry

Cheers

This one stirs up bubbles.That one splices and fries.The other one doesn’t stir— at least not in prime time.This one stirs up cosmos.That one stirs for tips.The other one chews her ice.This one drinks just soda.That one dies a pauper.The other one makes a killing.This one loves two cats.That one was my barber.The other one moved to Frasier.Diane’s not as good a stirrer.   Read More in Poetry

Prenuptial Prayer

never paid so much for kegs of beerhave lived alone twenty-seven yearsshe doesn’t want me using any pills it’s been so long since I was youngsoon, relatives—ceremonystress to my heartwhat if I get too drunkto express my love?Silenus,help me impress Read More in Poetry

Faith Journeys

The parking lot outside the mega-church was only half-full. Behind it a big sky, almost uncluttered by high-rises. Ruth didn’t even know this area existed until a couple of months ago. Now the drive up here had become their new rhythm, and she made sure she didn’t miss a beat. She drove here, dropped Melody... Continue Reading →

Emergence

When the weight of the world feels so heavyyou could collapse,remember the dandelion.Often mistaken as a weedits roots run deep,difficult to uproot from the ground.And its head-a perfect sphere.Comprised of seeds that canspreadbloomcreatea field of life.(with the mere breath of a child)A reminder to us all,that even on the days we feel the darkest,like a... Continue Reading →

Ferretccine

O Fur-Noodles,Saucy bacchanalian spaghettiSautéing in a box,Bouncing on black beans—You’re à la carte strandsTwirling altogether,Sizzling, zesty,Bold,Your flavor lovedby all. Read More in Poetry

Cause “bad things get Better”

bad week but gooddrinks with friendsex.she gave mea clover keychain and kissedmy head’cause “bad things getBetter.”red eyes are hard to seethrough gray thumbprints smudgingmy clover. slept allweekon the couch. it’s sunkenin and sinks deeper during makeupsex.she thumbs our clover after’cause “bad things getBetter.”light walk but heavyrain, carcinogenic globs wriggling likesperm downthe clover, washing awayold prints,... Continue Reading →

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