inspired by a line from Gwendolyn Brooks We real. We feel.We rise. We loss.We stall. We fall.We candle. We moth.We flag. We tune.We plunder the moon.We wish. We rash.We ravage. We crash.We cry. Retry.Forgetful, we why.Why? We pray.We star. We clay.We find. Remind.We shed. We climb.We slip. We heal.We hurt. We real.
It’s elegant, really,the way protein in eggsand gluten in flourcreate a structurestrong enough that when bakedwill stretch without tearingand set without leaking,thus trapping the steamthat makes the thin batter rise.And though it is scienceand chemical reaction,though we could writean equation to explain it,still the innocent gleethat rises in useach time we peek throughthe oven window […]
I walk out the door andlie on the ground andlet the earth hold me,let the sun soak melet breath dowhat breath does.And if there is anypart of me that doesn’t knowit is part of everything,it is lost in the vast peacethat fills me wheneverything warmsand the kingfisher fliesover my silencewith his clackclackclackand the air smells […]
for Eduardo Rey Brummel, on Earth Day I walk on the long dirt roadwith fat bumblebeesand dark red rocks,not to distract myselffrom you in your death room,but to bring you with meinto this miraculous daywith it wild iris just beginningto push through the earthlike curious green tonguesand its patch of buttercupsblooming right through meall waxy […]
delayed on the tarmacmy inner schedulerdecides to nap * walking on blue cobblestoneswe arrivesix hundred years ago * that man playing harp—his voice opens doorsin the air * unsure what comes nextI translate all my worriesinto purple orchid * best rainforest guide—two-note songof an unknown bird * decades of calamitiesand triumphsto be just another body […]
Dear Friends, I’m back with a big bouquet of short poems from my time away. Eric & Vivian and I were in Puerto Rico for a couple of weeks. What a very special place to visit. And below the poems, you’ll find a host of links to fun things that came out while I was […]
Every April I take two weeks off from posting poetry so I can be with my family in an uninterrupted way. I will still write daily poems–so at the end of two weeks you’ll get over a dozen small poems in a single post! And then the poems will appear again daily. In the meantime, […]
with thanks to Dante Gluttony stumbles in, four shots of tequila past tipsy.It’s easy when he’s drooling and ragingto put my hand over my own glass of wineand tell him I’ve had enough. But he’s so charmingin the beginning when he’s giggly and flirty,when his walls come down and he’s chattyand generous. That’s when I […]
The quiet is best. Thenone might hear what isstrung too loose, too tight,how the voicing is notquite right. Not so long ago,the tuner broughtthis same instrument backto true. But there is no failure.that the instrumentwent out of tune.That’s is simplywhat instruments do—go sharp, go flat,they waver untilonce again the temperamentis set and thensong is what […]
She’s always ready to run to the rescue,trained in putting out housefires,wildland fires, grease fires, electrical fires.Explosions? She’s prepared to vent,quench, flank and set up a collapse zone.Child swallowed a ring?She arrives in minutes.Accident on the street? She’s pulling onher uniform before the call is over.She’s saved me thousands of times.She’s always been like this—keen […]