Monday, July 30, 2012


Ain't nobody knows
'cept right
from wrong

Ain't nobody knows
the change
goes down

Ain't know body knows
when anyone
step over
the line


Moon shines in blue gray sky
a bit lopsided fuzzy white
reflects on my slanted blinds
I love the moon
Now she shines in a black sky
she ascends like a helium balloon
a wink and a smile back at earth
I love the moon
I loved lying on hill tops
dark sky so many stars
it scared me, the possibilities
city lights eliminate stars
Moon shines in black sky
higher and higher she soon
I am the moon

Friday, July 20, 2012

Rosy powders disguise my melancholy
pale erotic cover stray grasses fling me
I swingfling

Thursday, July 19, 2012

When I was young
I treasured alone
except I never felt
I carried not safe
into adulthood 
almost agoraphobic
I missed opportunities
in my comfort zone
hiding from the world 
Eventually I pushed 
beyond comfort
out there alone
Everyday was an effort
push to new adventures
outside the pillow zone
I still like home
where I feel safe
but I push the envelope

Saturday, July 14, 2012


He Feeds Us

Trigger fish rides
sea spray swells
flicks away deep
stuck on land
crack of humility
plant our chain
he feeds us grittle
relishes our gravity
claim our refrain

flicks, swells, spray, grittle, gravity, plant
trigger, relishes, chain, crack, humility, refrain, claim

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I once danced with Idi Amin
he was all dressed in sheen
he wore a red sash
he did the monster mash

Thursday, July 12, 2012


I had a boyfriend
in first grade.

We were thrilled
with our flirtation.

I have the photo
to prove it.

I wonder if anyone
could pick us out.

Monday, July 9, 2012

Trivial vs Significant

Separation is a challenge
when no separation exists
when everything is significant
even trivial pursuits end
everyday in extreme stress
trivial vs significant

Sunday, July 8, 2012


We spurn eternity
we have nothing
from the other side
except near death

Life is a string of months
year after year after year
it balls up into knots 
we struggle to untie

We become housewives
fall into subtracting 
fact from fiction as we
search drawers 
sting of humiliation

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Jackson Pollock

I watch and listen
to his process
he speaks of creation
I feel that painting 

I do not paint
what comes to Pollock
I paint what comes to me
I feel that painting

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Hush of night
when all the world is silent
a time long ago
hush alone in the woods
leaves rattle on wind
limbs creak
rabbits shriek in owl talons
silence weights down
relaxation from noise
in between the night sounds
that rub me raw I hear night
music to my ears

Sunday, July 1, 2012


I kiss thin lips
touch skin
hanging loose
upper arms wave
in farewell gesture
I utter goodbye
take snapshots
I promise will be
sent to her and 
other relatives
I stand rooted
know I won't
see her again