sometimes listening to or reading
a poem
sends shivers up my arms
thrilled and chilled
by
the words
spoken
the words
written
sounds gathered
like a hen gathers her chicks
sounds
like the first Word spoken
as I write this
as I listen
to the sound of
your heart
beating
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Cottonwood
~for Margaret
The bosque is still bare
the river so slight it wouldn't
make a stream
flows more gently than
the açequias of our youth
before injury and pain and men
had moved us like last year's
heart-shaped leaf
into the eddies of different
coasts
The trees that lined
Rio Grande are gone
to all but memory
cut down destroyed and burned
and you beautiful smiling girl
float like down
from those cottonwoods
as time and death
erase your lovely
heart-shaped face
The bosque is still bare
the river so slight it wouldn't
make a stream
flows more gently than
the açequias of our youth
before injury and pain and men
had moved us like last year's
heart-shaped leaf
into the eddies of different
coasts
The trees that lined
Rio Grande are gone
to all but memory
cut down destroyed and burned
and you beautiful smiling girl
float like down
from those cottonwoods
as time and death
erase your lovely
heart-shaped face
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Landscape
after a few days
the landscape seeps into
every cell in my body
remembers mesquite
while my tongue says
Nogal and malpais
and piñon or
fiesta adobe santo range
Magdalena Soccoro Peña Blanca
beautiful beautiful
penitente land
the landscape seeps into
every cell in my body
remembers mesquite
while my tongue says
Nogal and malpais
and piñon or
fiesta adobe santo range
Magdalena Soccoro Peña Blanca
beautiful beautiful
penitente land
Friday, April 24, 2009
Haiga
how does a cat find
her way to the softest space
the warmest sunbeam
the most savory bit
while keeping her humans in
calm captivity
her way to the softest space
the warmest sunbeam
the most savory bit
while keeping her humans in
calm captivity
1130 Miles: 2d Day: Unmade
if there were a way
to unmake
yesterday
poke and smooth
and straighten
until those
memories were
as innocuous
as an unused
hospital
room
clean
blank
and
sterile
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Ain't Life Sweet
sittin' at the Buckhorn
which is on the right side of
the road but where the Democrats
meet
the Republicans meet at the Owl
across the street
I watch the cowboys in their
beautiful hats
hats beautiful with perfect
brims and narrow sweat-stained
bands
drinking beer because even early
Spring can be hot
and it's always dry here even when
the summer rains come
their Levis break over the arches of
their boots
boots worn and easy
like cowboys at the Buckhorn
which is on the right side of
the road but where the Democrats
meet
the Republicans meet at the Owl
across the street
I watch the cowboys in their
beautiful hats
hats beautiful with perfect
brims and narrow sweat-stained
bands
drinking beer because even early
Spring can be hot
and it's always dry here even when
the summer rains come
their Levis break over the arches of
their boots
boots worn and easy
like cowboys at the Buckhorn
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Gates: after Inger Christensen
gates exist and memory
gates exist and memory exists
the road does not exist and snow exists
snow exists as the road disappears from memory
white exists and snow exists
daughters and sisters exist
memory is a gate that exists
which disappears in snow and then
no longer exists while white exists
and the road back home exists
if
memory
exists
friends
exist
gates exist and memory exists
the road does not exist and snow exists
snow exists as the road disappears from memory
white exists and snow exists
daughters and sisters exist
memory is a gate that exists
which disappears in snow and then
no longer exists while white exists
and the road back home exists
if
memory
exists
friends
exist
Monday, April 20, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Surrender
putting one foot
in front
of
another
is often all
I have
strength
for
but today
the stones
were for
skipping
in front
of
another
is often all
I have
strength
for
but today
the stones
were for
skipping
1130 Miles: First Day
Morning broke and faded
I slept on impervious to
bird song
or insistent kitten at my cheek
Now at the café I drink my morning
Coffee
In the afternoon
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Bookcase
minutes
spent
dusting and rearranging
my books
placing
them
by color or size
authors
I like
the looks
of
books
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Easter Morning
the street begins to fill
early Sunday flowers spill
into pails and carts
we walk by you and
I in silence recalling
emptiness and hope
early Sunday flowers spill
into pails and carts
we walk by you and
I in silence recalling
emptiness and hope
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
The Gold Coast
I sat in a small café
this afternoon
in Blue Lake
watching small town
life sort itself out
over muffins and coffee
actors glassblowers and
8 year old girls
in and out
bouyed by smiles
glowing across
the counter
this afternoon
in Blue Lake
watching small town
life sort itself out
over muffins and coffee
actors glassblowers and
8 year old girls
in and out
bouyed by smiles
glowing across
the counter
Thursday, April 09, 2009
Rainy Arcata Blues
you wandered here
lives unrecognizable
to each so changed
you lived in green
costumed in family cares
and died too young
I move on city stree
listening to rainfall on
broken steps of steel
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Monday, April 06, 2009
Sunday, April 05, 2009
Saturday, April 04, 2009
Waiting For Breakfast
some mornings start early
building gently to
small crescendos of poached eggs
or new roses blooming
two doors down
the small fat squirrel
easy errands
the bitter perfection of expresso
and a pink baseball cap
I do this
I do that
gently
building gently to
small crescendos of poached eggs
or new roses blooming
two doors down
the small fat squirrel
easy errands
the bitter perfection of expresso
and a pink baseball cap
I do this
I do that
gently
Friday, April 03, 2009
Thursday, April 02, 2009
Charity
Unless you are able to write the check today, throw away all charitable appeals. They have your address and won't forget you.
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
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