words for rain
drought running out of words for rain
new dryer a song for each cycle
wrapping paper I error on the side of paper cuts
sore throat even silence is painful
the creaking floor mimics my voice
romance by now he's drunk and dancing with himself
the silhouette of horses without names
punch happy sleep eludes me
earlier today you were later than usual
crickets in winter there is no winter
a family reunion on a christmas card
train clackings I imagine myself away from here
Monday, November 27, 2017
Warm November
trumpeter swans close enough to hear their wingbeats
your lies eating up my phone minutes
pink clouds drift into the unspokenness
winter doldrums two pregnant women compare bellies
heron pond the sandhill cranes elude us
warm november in the wrong hemisphere
the plane takes off full of baggage and empty promises
new path I carry your leaves with me
Tuesday, August 1, 2017
the scent of you in the pines...
summer light a few candles away from winter
the rain I'd hoped for falling on you instead of me
shrimp tails the best part of the conversation
wordless evenings the brim of your hat coated with dust
bald cypress I could use another set of knees
fork in the road we become separated from our dreams
light-headed the scent of you in the pines
birthday surprise not knowing you'd remember
if opposites attract then we're soulmates
oppressive heat the catalpa leaves retain their coolness
white house insecurity--know that you will soon be fired
affordable care standoff the GOP can't find a better plan*
cactus acupuncture sticking me without a license
*Inspired by the Pearl Jam song, "Better Man."
summer light a few candles away from winter
the rain I'd hoped for falling on you instead of me
shrimp tails the best part of the conversation
wordless evenings the brim of your hat coated with dust
bald cypress I could use another set of knees
fork in the road we become separated from our dreams
light-headed the scent of you in the pines
birthday surprise not knowing you'd remember
if opposites attract then we're soulmates
oppressive heat the catalpa leaves retain their coolness
white house insecurity--know that you will soon be fired
affordable care standoff the GOP can't find a better plan*
cactus acupuncture sticking me without a license
*Inspired by the Pearl Jam song, "Better Man."
Saturday, June 24, 2017
Eleven Lines For Those Who Are Counting
1. unknown throughout the universe my new address
2. mother nature makes it clear I own nothing
3. lit streets after the storm there are still fireflies
4. political speech so many words multiplied by zero
5. two jobs to learn I must unlearn
6. healthcare reform the misshapen leaf of a sycamore
7. pondface today belongs to the herons
8. saturday morning fog slowing down the productivity
9. deer crossing if only the opossum kept moving
10. a necessary stop. . .I brake for turtles
11. turkey family leaving the cornfield for other uncertainties
2. mother nature makes it clear I own nothing
3. lit streets after the storm there are still fireflies
4. political speech so many words multiplied by zero
5. two jobs to learn I must unlearn
6. healthcare reform the misshapen leaf of a sycamore
7. pondface today belongs to the herons
8. saturday morning fog slowing down the productivity
9. deer crossing if only the opossum kept moving
10. a necessary stop. . .I brake for turtles
11. turkey family leaving the cornfield for other uncertainties