Sunday, April 28, 2013



I ride the horse
dry wood painted
in circus colors
up and down

Take the Oath

Take the Oath 

Grubs crawl through thin marrow
harrowing transport transparent

Either borrow or march
take the oath

I eat rare grubs
it is my only food

Friday, April 26, 2013

I Dig

I dig


I excavate


I dig

Wednesday, April 24, 2013


The island seems tilted
as if it will go bottom up
trees under water roots
on top

where do they roost
now branches are gone

roots though interesting
observed above ground
belong below 
leaves need to be on top

beautiful homes
for nests and eyes
not to mention oxygenation
I chant for rectification

the island not yet tilted
I observe nests of birds
hear Great Blues squawk
in guttural tones  

I watch their dance
wings aloft for balance
they gather twigs
bill to bill nest rises

I wait for chicks 
hope for fertilization
but already this nest
appears tilted

Tuesday, April 23, 2013


Is this my hell
I’m living
rather than
my happy face

It is my living
happy face
rather than
living hell

Wednesday, April 17, 2013



Today is our 
marriage day

We had a nice
dinner out

We drink champagne
listen to swamp sounds

guzzle champagne
to get us through the night

It is our anniversary
we are doing alright

Sunday, April 14, 2013

My Attraction?

My Attraction?

in control
He bordered
on grim

in control
He repeated

wind sigh
the threshold
not grim

Ninth Level
sweet saturate
under black 

Monday, April 8, 2013

Neighbors II

Neighbors II

We like to ignore them
they like to ignore us too
we all need our privacy

If I had my druthers I’d
live in isolation out on
the land sea where we

across many miles could
see nothing except stars


She is lacy
edging on
she is Spring
earth still
April lacy

In This Fucking Shitty Little Room

In This Fucking Shitty Little Room

He just yelled all that at me
I have a really nice room
I’m happy here, except for
the person in the other room

He is banging around the kitchen
I am ensconced  in flame pink
the Spoonbill who I hope to see
the person in the other room

To Write a Poem

To Write A Poem

I search my soul
sole search I reach
to find the words
to hit you where it 

Saturday, April 6, 2013

I Love a Bill

I was once wowed
a guy named Bill
I felt too wowed

I ran away till
I landed in the arms
I wasn’t wowed of

It felt safe
he would always love me
just like Lenny and the mouse


Last night I stayed in a hotel
I couldn’t hear neighbors, but
I knew I slept on layers, others
who shared pillows, mattress
laundered sheets, cleaned bath
and it seems intimate and weird
for their ghosts inhabit the space
and now my ghost is there and I
wonder at whether anyone else
has had a sense of former guests
who lied down to rest soul and body
against mental and physical fatigue 
multitudes of neighbors share beds
we never know one another
yet we share a form of intimacy
in hotel rooms on lonely nights