Cleopatra rolled up in a rugsmuggled in to see Caesarworming her way into infamyEvery day the light is changingSlyly summer transformslittle by little into autumnsuch small moveswe hardly even notice the fall I realize it’s not quite the right time of year for this poem, but my copy-paste-repeat diligence from my Medium archive knows noContinue reading “September”
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Between the Golden Bars
From a bird in a gilded cage Pecking at the walls of invested desireFeed the well a doubloonIt spits back an ingotVaults of piggies full to the brimGenerations of interest ensuredBut coins in the mattressPoke holes in retirementGreen paper wallsTear and burnBetween the golden barsGleams a life with all the trappingsLuminous bowls in the lapContinue reading “Between the Golden Bars”
Titles | Self Imposed Definitions
I am the Queenof being wrongThe Princessof lossAn Expertat shelving my dreamsI wrote a thesison the disappointment that comes from the misplaced hopethat people will change for the betterI have conqueredthe fact that standing up for myself or othersalways gets me punched back downI’m an Absolute Proat failureMy confidence is excellentat being swiftly annihilatedI amContinue reading “Titles | Self Imposed Definitions”
Interconnected
On the beach making prints out of the treasureswashed ashore and the sun with the moon reflecting that lightpulling the tides I think of the fabric how it oncewas balls of cotton planted by human handsgrown from a seed in soil that might have oncebeen an inland sea little plants blessed by the sungreen leavesContinue reading “Interconnected”
Roads
Some are long and straightroads you can fly downwheels hovering on grains of dustrunways crisscrossing the high desertkicking you west some are barely roads at allgnarled and humpedas rheumatic knucklesroads you have to traverse at a crawldragging your belly over rocksthrough potholes lined with cacti some roads are alivewith sand dancingsnaking patterns from the duneswhisperingContinue reading “Roads”
Personal Geology
Some daysI amstrong, firma mountain risingfrom the rich strata of my yearsThere is no pastNo abandoned bedrockNo memoryOnly now Other daysthe mighty hammer fallsbreakingoff a cliffexposing evidenceof suffering’s transgressionsedimentshiddenbeneaththat would be ripefor erosionif I would let them surface Concealedmy mantle boilsawaiting metamorphosis:time, press the layers togethertransform thembond themwith the fingerprint of gloryshining at my coreContinue reading “Personal Geology”
Colorado
Stellar’s jaya western tanagerred bellied hummingbirdcruising by like a tiny bomberyesterday a hawksoaring through the binoculars the herd of buffalo by the roadregarding us without interestdeer in the parking lotin Alamosacrossing the streetslike they own the place (they do) chipmunks will eatright out of your handsthere’s a squirrelwho goes off like a lasergun every morningshotsContinue reading “Colorado”
Hatch Chilis
Heat portalsthe bright flavor of the desertgreen horns that lengthenedunder the wide southwestern eyethey sail the turquoise seato land in this humble space Lift the hatch: behold the fire within Another poem from my Kitchen Collection! You can see more of them here on my photo website. Thank you for reading!
Wind
The night the windcame to lifethere were headlights shiningdown the beachinterrupting the darknessin our thin cocoon The walls bowedswollen from the outsidepushing against the edgesof our dreamstossing the mattresslike a boat on an angry seatent ribs cracked and groanedceiling rose and fell withdeep ragged breathsenergy swirled,let out of its boxwith a vengeanceturning canvas flapsinto wildContinue reading “Wind”
Challah
Layered knotsgrains arrangedand linked togetherbound by the handsthat tied them,the heatthat made them One,life and lovegraceful slices on a platefrom rich, sustainingloaves Back in the summer of 2020 I got all fired up over the idea of writing a bunch of poems about food – and I DID write a bunch of them! I calledContinue reading “Challah”
The Poetry Patio 