Monthly Archives: April 2022

Sentimental Moment or Why Did the Baguette Cross the Road? Don’t fill up on bread I say absent-mindedly The servings here are huge My son, whose hair may be receding a bit, says Did you really just say that to … Continue reading →

Poem after Bouncing the Rent Check and Waking with a Hangover, while Searching for My Car Keys Twenty Minutes before a Very Important Interview A sudden jolt. And the Ferris wheel rolls free of its axle —- a blackened screaming circle … Continue reading →

Inventory Four be the things I am wiser to know: Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe. Four be the things I’d been better without: Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt. Three be the things I shall never attain: Envy, content, … Continue reading →

Male Beauty I bought a bag of hard green pears today. I came home and sat in our room listening to music for hours, solo piano, things from France, from the beginning of the century. When we were very young, … Continue reading →

Thinking of Work A brief storm blew the earth clean. There was much to do: sun to put up, clouds to put out, blue to install, limbs to remove, grass to implant. (The grass failed. We ordered new grass.) A … Continue reading →

little prayer let ruin end here let him find honey where there was once a slaughter let him enter the lion’s cage & find a field of lilacs let this be the healing & if not      let it … Continue reading →

Make Me Rain make me rain turn me into a snowflake let me rest on your tongue make me a piece of ice so I can cool you let me be the cloud that embraces you or the quilt that … Continue reading →

Risk And then the day came, when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. ~ Anais Nin

The River Cannot Go Back It is said that before entering the sea a river trembles with fear. She looks back at the path she has traveled, from the peaks of the mountains, the long winding road crossing forests and … Continue reading →

My Mama moved among the days My Mama moved among the days like a dreamwalker in a field; seemed like what she touched was hers seemed like what touched her couldn’t hold, she got us almost through the high grass … Continue reading →