dear mother goose who showed up at the spa today to give birth to eggs in the barren planter by the jacuzzi and to papa goose on the railing enclosing the spa and to the little rabbit who scampered by later: may i offer you some spa water? i hope you feel safe i hope…
Category: Poems
#7
the swirl all or ocean it caught anything sounded her sounds angular alternate another once strange that heard of like streaming the gods inside calling ear across language in that doorway of the It way melodic planet She other woman strange knew surrounded heard street her for a city thought unlike everywhere but had languages…
#5
more confused than angry more stuffed away than needing to speak more afraid of meaning than feeling more resentful than righteous more betrayed than mistrustful more disgusted than indulgent more agitated more disappointed more hurt more angry about the understanding than the experiencing such a fleeting moment it lingers longer than is comfortable then is…
#4
the stopped second hand on the clock still, flat water dancing light reflections feathers from a thousand pillows fall from the sky the night’s cold warmth opens its mystery
From my poetry prompt today
YOU GUYS. I am feeling all the things. Here’s Maggie Nelson, in The Argonauts “Before long I learned that you had spent a lifetime equally devoted to the conviction that words are not good enough. Not only not good enough, but corrosive to all that is good, all that is real, all that is flow……
#2
plastic granite table filled with phat beats ridge around the edge cut up yourself up when you bump and try to fill this feast of plenty feast of a thousand songs playing in plentiful unison heartbreaking to soulful whisperers in the dark in the darkness you look better you can see you how a book…
#1
i go out slide along rocks smoother than smooth point up to the sky blue its wisps perfectly smudged curator has chosen to leave this single stick along the path installation of grasses fuzzy tufts statuesque barely a wave as we pass silently but nature is so whimsical with its placement we wander further into…
my adventure
begins with a long road i picture myself lifted up floating i know i can do this now! and my vision pierces through light and dark like an arrow that doesn’t land there is no end
The Dynamics of Groove 