On waters travelled within (a poem)

Inspired by the Pussy Riot video ‘Organs’, the Ruby Throat video ‘Barebaiting’, and a photo or two on Tumblr. I don’t know where the blood comes from or how much it takes to fill me up The imprint that would tell me is missing I close my eyes The flowers in her hair that flows around [...]

The price of admission (a poem)

An ekphrastic poem, inspired by a painting by William Turner, viewed online at http://ekphrasticassimilations.org/william-turner-2/. She stares at me, exposed. The look is so direct, I feel compelled to hide, lest she discover my secret. But I cannot divert my gaze. The edges of checkerboard pattern are not strong enough to break the bond we have forged, [...]

The bus waits (a poem)

At open mic last night, one of the participants prefaced her two songs by saying that she felt like crap and was running the risk of having to barf mid-song. This poem has nothing to with that, except she was sitting in the seat in front of me, frequently running her hands through her hair. [...]

God’s green earth (A poem)

This pantoum was an effort to try something new. When I go to an open-mic, I usually read something I have already worked on, typed into a Word document, and done some preliminary editing. I wrote this poem this afternoon, while waiting for the room to open, and read it straight from my journal. I [...]

Closed-caption poem (A poem)

With a few small changes here and there, taken from closed-captioning… Man speaks indistinctly Camera clicks Man whispers Breathing deeply Ceiling banging Sighs Rattling Sighs Rattling continues Sighs Knife clatters Woman Man Metal clangs Sighs Metal clatters Electronic music plays Tires squeal Loud music plays on car stereo Gears grind Metal creaks Grunts Camera shutter [...]

Stars and ladybugs (a poem)

Written about a photograph of a woman participating in (I think) the Fremont Summer Solstice parade… She wears a masque that does little to hide her light a constellation of dreams radiating through her skin She walks among us always in a state of grace not one strand out of place down towards the water [...]

Cortege (a poem)

Today’s prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano is to write in a different way than usual, whether that be in a different form or style, using different imagery or words, etc. The poem I wrote just before this one probably achieves that goal more successfully—but I like this one better. It was inspired [...]

One of Those Small Moments That Come Back As Random Memories (a vignette)

I started out writing this as a poem, but quickly discovered that it needed to take a different form: I remember the smart young woman in the first car of the subway. She usually had a little too much blush, and wore what we referred to as an eggshell skirt* (because of its shape). She was [...]