Thursday, August 28, 2014

First Trip To The Beach

Hawaii, 2005

I tried 
to hold you high above the tide;
I tried.

Terror tasted salt and blue.

Once you were dry
and satisfied with solid ground,
I cried

for seashells lost
and the best I couldn't do.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014


I've left my little girl unchurched, but we pray
at the corner of 24th and Main -
a stoplight prayer
for God's grace
and a green light.

For Words Count at Real Toads

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Baby Me

Baby me bright
as the sunniest night
oh, radiant redhead of mine;
you know my kind

doesn't sleep much anyway.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Directions For A Photo Album

Admire the pictures of babies and brides.
Tender touch
pressed funeral flowers.
Then turn to the pages in-between;
everything's in the nothing much hours.

For Open Link Monday at Real Toads

Sunday, August 24, 2014


Got a one word letter from a man
who shouldn't have sent me a letter at all.

FECUNDITY - didn't know what it meant,
but it dirtied me.

Instead of looking it up, I looked over my shoulder.

Saturday, August 23, 2014



the birds are singing
the sun's on its way
not a cloud in the sky
what a beautiful day


the birds are singing

Death likes to whistle

the sun's on its way

interrogation light

not a cloud in the sky

heat will beat down

what a beautiful day

for a riot


Note: I'm trying to get across the idea of an accordion fold where alternating lines are hidden until the paper is unfolded.  Is it coming across at all?

Inspired by Kerry's Jorge Luis Borges prompt at Play It Again, Toads

Friday, August 22, 2014

8 Shades Of White Girl

"We are all of us stars, and we deserve to twinkle."
---Marilyn Monroe

Katy Perry in her cloud.
Ugg boots on her feet.
Venti in her left hand.
She's a star; watch her twinkle.
Pinterest is next to godliness.
Rhythm's a one cup beat.
North Face in a shopping bag;
real face rarely seen.

Kind of a wacky list poem for Shay at Real Toads.  Forgive me; I'm suffering from sudden immersion in middle school girl culture.