Tuesday, June 7, 2011

316 - 320

grocery aisle convo
my mind shops for
your name

your name is in
my mouth, a tooth
or a marble

sunshine or comet
a coat's brass button
shed, dropped

together alone
we stare at the sinking moon
a single footstep

chickadees bound bound
toward invisibility
knots on trees sing, blink

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

311 – 315

baby birds

all eyes, beak, closed and quiet



suspended in a gale

yes, but

requite, not quite

dead one more does

not to life

the others bring

a blue jay rests

black power lines sway

blue sky blue sky blue sky

another day here

and there and there and there

gray haired dandelions

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

306 - 310

lights on

on a parked car

footsteps halted

having dined alone

belly full of toast

sink full of crumbs


we watched

a hawk


creased creased creased

i check my phone

blue shells

bounded by

blue sky

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

301 - 305

like listening

the quiet that hugs the sound

lips on teeth

race horses coursing

steam trains kicking up black dirt

coffee ground grit bit

on the wall

your black shall

you bake, frost a cake

i caught the cat

yawning -

but you slept all day!

spring pinging

wet dots

on roof tops

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

296 - 300

knotted ropes squeak, groan

tiny boat in open seas

and potted plants bloom

shadow my shadow

yr stretched warped on the sidewalk

daytime moon daylight


this down hill velocity

a bird flies thru hail

my last breath today

a warm, wordless eulogy

buried in blankets

along sidewalk cracks

worms stretch out long, taut

all vein, heart and guts

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

291 - 295

in your absence

I absentmindedly

eat 2 bowls worth

now riley

it's been so long, girl

same street, different clothes, a dress

yr cat long since passed

that was then, we say

telephone line spider threads

a fly caught, struggles

a single loose thread

arcs in the warm breeze, haloed

bright green maple starts

in a light blue sky

a tree's still bare limbs reach out

scratching a moon itch

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

286 – 290

yr my cloud break

my subtle earthquake

bright light and held tight

piers over calm calm

soft whispering of sand sand

cold hand in hand

the roof needs fixin'

says the rain to hire men

ants on dropped candy

gray skies, you old dog,

rheumy eyes and sooty coat

cloud breather, play dead

don't resist the knife

little tongue red sun balloon

a grilled cheese sammich