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In Denial

How He lookedfrom the shadows where I hadtemporarily forgotten Himwhere He was stashedlike an old toy recently becomeembarrassing and shoved under the bed I turned my face awayand then I turned morewhen the shame hit me full forcein a hurricane of regret But the Lord turned, and looked,and how that look turnedme inside out ItContinue reading “In Denial”

Roses

I never promised you a rose garden.Or maybe I did, in a wild moment.I beg your pardon. In a moment of wine drunk abandon,idealism rising to foment:perhaps I promised you a rose garden. There are blossoms where thorns hardenaround my green-thumbed attempts:they too beg pardon. Broken shovels and rakes also burdena space ripe with weeds’Continue reading “Roses”

Wrestling

Climbing Jacob’s ladder counting sheepone, two, three: they frolic away from mein the chaotic tangle of thoughts keeping me awake My legs are tired but keep workinglaboring herculean up carved stepsthat are half my height It’s a slogand my hip is killing me tossed about in wakefulnesswhile my pillow turns to stone Deviating from publishedContinue reading “Wrestling”

Outside

All night they snuggle, dreaming of outsideFur pollenates the bed, inside, outside Shake-it-off mornings, they have been waitingI stumble sleepy with the cold outside My friend calls cats stoic: I say patientThey croon for their beloved yard outside I make them wait for the light to ward offwhat might be lurking in the dark outsideContinue reading “Outside”

3 Georgia Rondelets

Tan Clam Shell with Seaweed, 1926 On sand and gracethe color of rainy day brinewhere sand meets graceand castles crumble at a paceonly outmatched by ticking timewet grit beneath calcified fine tuning:weeds, shell: drab grace Two Pink Shells / Pink Shell, 1937 Twinning sweetlyblooming like a hidden opalsitting sweetlyon the tongue with summer’s peachymornings, tasteContinue reading “3 Georgia Rondelets”

Poetry Is. . . .

TODAY! I installed an interdisciplinary community poetry meets cyanotype bonanza project that I started last year at the Round Rock Public Library. If you’re local, I would love for you to check it out! What you see above in the cell phone photo is a preview of the first piece of it in progress –Continue reading “Poetry Is. . . .”