Shall we have smoked alphabet today?can't beat g dipped in French Onion sauceand v sparkles while cooking, but I would suggest letting it cool a little bitA dangles alone, make sure you have the tongs handy soit doesn't fall directlyon the coalseven a burnt b is good, the center remains soft, like an appropriatemarshmallow I would... Continue Reading →
When the elevator malfunctioned we went from strangers to friends to casual dating but eventually could deny our love no more than a bird its song, and in those cramped quarters we saw our kids off to college, watched our 401k ebb and flow with the slow motion histrionics of a glacier’s migration, and when... Continue Reading →
We play on a cul-de-sac with a big grass circle in the center. We call thisEarth. When we score, we must slide and crash into a neon-blue cone. This ishome, our batter’s box, where we explode every time with arms flailing,mouths spit-flying rockets. My father always drags the bag of mitts and gearto our curb.... Continue Reading →
The first black Peppered Moth was recorded in Manchester in 1848 and by 1895, 98%of Peppered Moths in the city were black. —Butterfly ConservationPeppered Moths abhor salt and anything white. Long ago, they bathed insunshine, soaked in roses’ halo glow. Now, they camouflage themselves aschimney sweepers, speak with a cockney accent, and dance in shadows.... Continue Reading →
Gather my son to eat a dinner of hot soup and crusty bread. Apologize to mysisters for not liking them more. Thank some friends for hours of vivifyingtalk, but let the calls from others go to voicemail. Touch the pink vincaflowers that blossomed for me through every desert summer and water theindoor plants, because they... Continue Reading →
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Each year at Christmas my grandmother sendsa paper bag of shelled pecans.This year I find not halvesbut dozens of perfect whole pecans,naked and golden brown,surely impossibilities with shells so hardand flesh so soft.When I was a child, pecanswere the only nuts my hands could crack,and as the sweet meat broke anointedinto bits on the plate,I... Continue Reading →
So many lovely mornings spent with theseFive rows of coral wood in tracks aligned;This heirloom toy has welcomed trembling kneesAnd hands to spin spun glass down planes inclined.My father’s mother watched rough wood grow mildBeneath the lathe that smoothed the splinters bare;An uncle’s gift to an abandoned childWhose loving heart learned only how to share.And... Continue Reading →
Not strange with myself,I am at odds withthis chair & the warm airrising from the pavementoutside the window.Let me sit here, figure outwhat I am about.Nameplate enough foridentity, feet soreenough for reality.Trace the field of cosmic dustin the wake of my creations,pieces of karma assembledwith invention, inserted witha twist & hook into the matrix.Move at... Continue Reading →
When they lived seaside,soft, warm surface, hard, colddepths, they floated inmoon pull, wind push,womb-held, soul-soothed.The prairie is different,stretched taut over earth,touch burned, eyes seared,loam-darkened moist,fissure-lightened dry.The prairie is indifferent,fed by lightning, wildfire.When they chose to livehard-tack-land, they sank, like stones into prairie. More from this Author Read More in Poetry
