We arrived when the tide was turning, pulling upher hem like a mother who’d never once forgottenshe was a woman first and always. I went down to her edge, surely just to my ankles, I thought,but she lapped my legs and clapped her bawdy castanetson sand bars ever just up… [Continue Reading]

April is National Poetry Month. This one’s been brewing for months. It’s getting there. What Wants Saying Merchants of luxury trade in securities back and forth and up and down the walled streets of restless minds, selling lies of commission, omission, and so-called re- mission to save us from what… [Continue Reading]

I got myself an itty bitty mortar ‘n’ pestle, a present for the hard stuff to get to the sweet stuff inside things like a vanilla bean and a cardamom pod and a restless, tired mind, which I crushed and added to a sexy Bosc pear sauteing it all on… [Continue Reading]

Yesterday’s wind, it took things with it, The leaves, for one. Another month, for two. For three, some threadbare fantasies. But it left a near-full moon and rolled out a red carpet to where I do not know. (1 Nov. 2009)

Too much info not enough ear Too much bony not enough rear Too much quiet not enough shout Not enough action too much doubt Too much air and not enough ground Too much square not enough round Too much look and not enough find Not enough body far too much… [Continue Reading]

To have and to hold are, to be sure, quite different from to hope and to dream, which are also, to be sure, away — maybe somewhere with you but away nonetheless, which is where I sense you, on your own. I would not bind you to me (if even… [Continue Reading]

A poem came pounding on my door today and I had to let it in. I asked it for a point and it yelled at me, something about no time for talk. It told me that my chest will explode if I don’t give it a pen already. And that… [Continue Reading]

I fell asleep with a full moon beaming on my leg and I could not sleep without putting moon on paper so I wrote this in the dark by light of said moon while a fan whirled moon-air onto moon-beamed leg and I said to myself: it is good to… [Continue Reading]