Thursday, December 22, 2016

Untitled (Stripped)

"Untitled" (America #1) - Felix Gonzalez-Torres
(Untitled) America #1, Felix Gonzalez Torres

this started 
out as a sonnet,
then I stripped it

by syllable
as you like it

skin from muscle
muscle from bone
to narrow
marrow meaning

a bare bulb swinging
and throwing heat

For Kerry's prompt at Real Toads

Saturday, December 17, 2016


She only took a suitcase when she left
for her brother's in Joplin, Missouri.
All the rest she left behind;
the incidentals of a life.

Full blood Choctaw, her tribal pride
displayed on every side of every room -
dreamcatchers, moccasins, baskets half woven - she's been removed
from the red dirt she's called home
as long as she's lived.  She can't be
alone anymore
they tell her.

So she packed a suitcase and left
for her brother's in Joplin, Missouri.
All the rest stayed here behind -
the incidentals of a life.

For Kerry's "final twilight" prompt at Real Toads

Tuesday, December 13, 2016


Sister Mary Dry as Dogma,
it's time to wet your knife;
the plums this July
are to die for.

Sister Carry Cross for Comfort,
you might just take a shine
to the sweetness of a flesh
you haven't tried before.

Don't try to weed the garden -
just let something catch your eye.
There's more to apples
than the apple core.

Sister Magda Lean and Longing,
you stink of sacrifice.
Don't you ever pray for something
to be forgiven for?

For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Root Deep And Rise

Root deep and rise!

Uncurl from your seed sleep
reach / seek the trickle seep of rain
tendril / tunnel through
freshly turned dirt
toward the sane certainty
of season, sun, and spin till earth

green boned and bloom bellied spring breeze sway
sure of the way and want that you're made

to open -
sweet glimpse of your creator's eyes

Root deep and rise!

For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

Sunday, December 4, 2016

Kitty Cat PJs

It's cute
that you think
my kitty cat pjs are sexy

and that my messy hair and unbrushed teeth
hide a seductress
just dying to leap

your bones.

But, no.
Just no.

For Poetry Pantry at Poets United

Friday, December 2, 2016

Rapunzel, Rapunzel

Exactly WHY
can't I lock her
in her room until

she's 35
or I DIE,
whichever comes first?

Why CAN'T I tower
her away until
her hair is grey

and, like Rapunzel's,
to the GROUND?

Let whichever prince
or princess
she's found (SOMEHOW!)

try to make that climb
 - that careful hand over hand -
while I stand under her window,

wizened and weary,
but with my SCISSORS and tongue
still sharp.

For Izy's prompt at Real Toads

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