You sit in your cave, wrap

your many-colored blanket

over your still shoulders,

watch spiders, maggots, ants

perform the handiwork of decay. Continue reading →

Make me a weed,

a wild and restless thing,

too burning for a flaming sky

to green myself in shade. Continue reading →

You know that burning that I felt

(Not in my heart, nor mind, but you know where),

Well, no worry, this world never

need care about this poet’s first affair. Continue reading →

There was a shiver on a leaf outside my window,

A leaf on the wiry bush beside the tree.

Listen to me:

The air was still.

The bush was quiet.

There was only silence in the grass. Continue reading →

A fog pushed against the window.

It has been melted away.

Dark gray rain clouds against the roof

Have been filed away. Continue reading →

I have dreamed a hundred whispers

Whispered in the moon lit sky

Some were soft while others

Were often loud Continue reading →

                                       when

                                       we

must                             know

we                                 for

still                               ces

e                                    will

rect                               al

these                           ways

bi                                  blow

na                                 them

ries                               up

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–for my step-mother

Sometimes, I thought my father ruined her

like some force, wind or water, cutting

creases, ravines, into summer fields.

One moment, she laughed, lanky, two-pieced

in blue on the Mexican border,

tequila sunrise, poolside, held high,

like life cashed her in a winner. Continue reading →