Friday, October 28, 2011

night language

empty into night
the sky pours language
we cannot hear

the hum of silenced
tv;  the muffled scream of
yesterday's nightmare

five miles away
by the ocean
a cricket

between land and sky,
resonating within
a yawning echo

baking bread

molasses memories
pour slowly over the lip;
doughy thoughts rising

Monday, September 19, 2011

I am

I wrote the series of gogyohka below over the course of the past few weeks as separate tweets originally posted on Twitter.  In reviewing my Twitter stream, I saw an interesting (to me) thread and thought I'd capture as one blog post.
I am a wild horse
snout to the wind
beating sand;
and now I stop
to nibble grass
I am a warrior
fighting the darkness
with dark dark coffee
and chocolate
darker still
I am
this moss covered
weather beaten
unmoveable rock:
please, stand beside me.
I am a chalkboard
and envious
of my multi-media
I am
looking in the mirror
I am

Saturday, August 27, 2011


How do we know
this dry river bed
this poem
this Saturday night bean supper
is not a miracle?

Saturday, June 25, 2011


I see a boat
on a house
half a world away
and hug my son
tighter to my chest

(I wrote this back in March, after the tsunami disaster in Japan. Let's not forget our friends a half a world away.)

Monday, May 16, 2011


You belong here.
Each brick a story.
You lay them one on top the other.
The neighbors nod knowingly.
I watch with alien eyes.

I belong
to a commune of misfits:
sitting in half circles
we laugh nervously and scratch
invisible itches on our foreheads

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Tuesday, February 22, 2011


When you're not listening
I speak slowly,
as if in a dream
to myself.

When you're not listening
I talk about my obsession
with organizing my closet
before the shoes

When you're not listening
I tell you about the lightning
during the last snow storm
how exciting it was,
and how frightening.

When you stop to listen
turning to look at me
and say, "What did you say?"
I mumble incoherently,
"Oh, nothing."


If you knew how often
I talk to you
you would stop listening.
But you don't.
Never do.


the smallness
between big people
can be
a very deep