Monday, April 9, 2012


A strange sound stretches
through thick air - belly
to moon.  She covers
her bare breasts with long
curls, kneels in dry dirt,
palm thorn in one hand, 
fig leaves in the other.  


She peeks out the lace
curtains in their bedroom,
sees the white glow
of the full moon
against the black
silk sky, knowing
there isn't enough heat
to melt the frost.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Yikes...I'm reaching tonight...but gotta finish baking for tomorrow


I sit here, pen in hand,
snacking on a box of
cheese nips and I decide
I have nothing to say.
So I turn on my iPod and play
some theta waves, but still,
my paper is blank.
As I eat them, I realize
their salty dryness
makes them stick
in my throat
like words
I force down
with water.

Friday, April 6, 2012

April 6th - Regret


The young wife lays
naked on the sand
wishing the moon
would shine its magic
on him, that he
would touch
her cheek
with his fingertips,
trace forgiveness.

April 5th - Coward


In my dreams, I have walked
through walls, visited marble temples,
hugged my dead Aunt Anna.
I've flown so high, I could see
the gentle curve of Earth.

But I won't offer you a cup 
of coffee, or go to church
with you, or sit and watch 
the game with you.

Hard as I try, I can't say the words,
I want you to go.

April 4th - Dementia


My mom is on the floor again,
one leg caught in the bed rail,
the other tangled in her blanket.
She is screaming, "something  is wrong
with the moon".

I know I have to do something so I look
for answers in the shape of the clouds,
the tea leaves at the bottom of my cup,
even in the pattern of ants crawling
across her bedroom floor.

But deep down I know
she is a seed on the maple tree
spinning away
from me.

April 3rd - The Anointing

The Anointing

Once, a makeup loaded, friend toting, guy hoarding cheerleader,
invited me, a plain faced, miniskirt-less, boyfriend searching
loser to her home for a sleepover.  Of course, I accepted
her invitation.  My legs didn't dance with anticipation,
I didn't cartwheel across the lawn with excitement, I just figured
everyone deserves a chance.  When she found out my brother,
Jack, was the lead singer in the band that won all the battles,
she started to cry and the next thing I know she's rubbing
my feet with olive oil and her mother's Chanel No. 5.