Category: reading/writing
-
Dad
Yesterday, was three years since I counted your last breaths. I tried to post about it, but didn’t. I thought of the summer before college. I was going to walk across America with a staff I carved from a sapling and kept behind the door of my room. I was going to listen to American…
-
Intercoastal waterway
above reedy channel birds soar eagle, pelican, gull egret and heron stalk on stilts silver mullet hooked through head cast again and again and again hope bigger fish will take bait at the dock flounder, red and black drum sit on ice Captain Curtis hands you fresh fillets feeds remains to birds and fish leave…
-
poem before dying
Lorca wrote of roosters, of eating cemetery grass, of weeping little boys, of snow, of guitars, of murder, of women dropping off to sleep, of a resurrection that will never come, and he makes me weep. I write of barking dogs and feral cats, of trash on asphalt courts, of weeping little boys, of warm…
-
Meditation
This daily practice This writing everyday This recitation of thoughts memories, dreams and reflections This turning on the coffee This music of whirling blender This making a mess so I may straighten up my morning This washing of dishes This cleaning the blender This wiping of counters before I step out on the porch greet…
-
Driving toward Pittsburgh
dear siri, today, while driving towards pittsburgh I wrote a poem in my head I’ve lost it can you help me find it ? I promise I will take back all those horrible things I’ve said about you 9-8-20
-
living in 4/4 time
All night it rained/Morning smelled fresh/Glistened on green Tacit Wind walks through trees/Shakes water loose/Patters on leaves 8-20-20
-
a poet’s house
I have stacks of poetry books all over the house ones I am reading, ones I will ones I promised to read, but forgot books of friends that deserve to be heard I have manuscripts on my computer and in folders on my desk I have poems for my many moods Joy Harjo’s on the…
-
What if
What if famous magazines who publish poetry, only gave the author’s name on a website after you filled out a critique? What if we didn’t know the author’s name, whether they had ascended into the clique; literati who wrote with the right amount of ambiguity, verbosity and anger, conforming to the latest styles and forms…
-
a binary life
Sitting on the porch she opens the door says, “It’s too hot” You use pen and paper to flesh a poem a computer to bone it Your computer complains slows down and threatens to abandon you You are a peacemaker in a binary world and tear out the page and go inside 7-23-20
-
on writing
Sometimes, you flesh out a poem with ink and paper and the anger and emotion hurts too much to finish. 7-20-20
My husband's poetry 