Tuesday, May 29, 2012


Flinty eyes blur
big glasses
chalk brittle

tongue scrape
rough over barnacle
blood drenched

low tide burnished
cocoon drifts
out to sea

Sunday, May 20, 2012



I carry grief in secret
in the marrow of my hips
in stillness I hear the clatter

out the window crocuses
strewn colors as if by hand 
flower from brilliance perhaps

For Sunday Whirl 57

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

In The Forest

I try to get a foothold
no resistance in jello
need to get a spine

I ogle pines
I trek on needles
in the forest

I love the resin
sticky white sharp
I try to get a foothold

I live in sun
filter etches
forest shadows

Written for Peggy's "Forest" prompt at Poetry Jam

Sunday, May 13, 2012


In my hometown
the indigenous 
are downtrodden
otherwise bloated
with self-importance

Their significance
one inferior
one superior

Not different
in intention
same rituals
string together

Both have demons
to beat the system
one sustenance
one elaborate

They will never

wordle 56


Sunday, May 6, 2012


I grind a dot of cobalt
hook it with my brush
wink across wet yellow
chance colors emerging
align clear contrast
molecules vibrate a print

For Sunday Whirl 55