They told me there would be lots of hurry up and wait… I brake for the burn and turn this break in the action is brought to you by an organism lying dormant for 50 years biding its time waiting for the moment to strike Stop. Hold the moment. The choice [...]
Shingles. What the hell?! I’d guess that maybe it’s a reminder to slow down— except things are already at a standstill because that’s the process Or maybe I’ve just said ‘goddammit’ too often lately and this is a lesson in not questioning the Divine Will Either way I’m staying well away from ‘Super Track Urgent [...]
Needs a better title… Present and accounted for thinking about whatever I’m thinking about and not much else I know that wishes sometimes have consequences and I wished that this would all be over soon enough I will live with that but I will understand that there’s more to it all than the wishes that [...]
Closing in on three weeks, and I am still finding these things… There’s not a lozenge to soothe anything but I keep finding them in every purse and pocket in every box and drawer under every cushion Some of them are mints some Brach, some TicTac, some Halls all of them waiting to dissolve into [...]
She would have turned 89 tomorrow… The calendar very helpfully reminds me that tomorrow is her birthday She stopped celebrating years ago but this year she doesn’t get that choice And obviously I’m not going to say anything (10 September 2019) Wishes sometimes have consequences—order now from your favorite local bookstore! IndieBound search: [...]
First time in about three weeks at the bookstore… It’s probably unfair to describe her features as clandestine though there was much she kept hidden right up until her slack-jawed farewell that final expression of the silence she maintained all those years I may never hear the stories of Walter and Theodious or of how [...]
It’s a process, as they way… 1 Let the competing voices try to outdo each other for the home audience From the other room they become insignificant murmurs a subliminal Miss Othmar to fill momentarily empty spaces I’m lost again in melting heat looking through old pictures and things of mine from before I was [...]
Found another box to look through… It’s hard to believe I was ever a size 1 in anything It’s hard to believe these things I’m seeing that I’ve never seen before— neither tucked away in catacombs impossible to find nor concealed in sights familiar and everyday and somehow never talked about though not exactly hidden [...]
A blackout poem done at poetrynight at the Alternative Library in Bellingham. From Poetry magazine, Vol. CXC, No. 2, p. 143, May 2007 issue. Well, that’s not an easy win this poem has no satisfaction On 9/11 I am unable to verify that William F. Buckley is so painfully obvious Perhaps it’s no great trick but [...]
Always a few moments at the end… It’s been almost three hours now You haven’t budged from that spot you’re still here But I know you’re gone the signs of life took you with them I’ve seen this before they’re not coming back Yet the top of your head is still warm… (31 August 2019) [...]
