No matter where I look

•April 26, 2019 • Leave a Comment

A ghost photo seared
In my visual field
By the glare of the sun
A solar-shot floating
Blotting and roaming
So to is this love
A clear outline fading
Dark pinpricks remain
The damage is done


Painting: Afterimage, by Lance Bifoss


•April 18, 2019 • Leave a Comment

Ashes burn
In a western sky
It is magic hour
And a full moon
She rises


Photography by Bruce Stambaugh

A Death

•April 16, 2019 • Leave a Comment

I lived once
Until he threatened
Not to stay
I took on shame
And quiet days
With hope he wouldn’t
Go away
I made those lists
Of all the ways
My living loud
Had made him pay
That’s what they say
And yet
He’s with her anyway
So I lost years
And I lost spine
And I lost courage
And my pride
And I lost trust
And yes t(he)y lied
But even more
I bear the blame
I died the day
I lived ashamed


Painting: Ashamed by Birth Petersen


•April 11, 2019 • Leave a Comment

Since when
Did I let men
The voices in
My brain
I am shamed
I have betrayed
Blocked my own
So it is time
Once more to see
This skull
And meaty memory
What remains
Only revealed
If I can
A new lobotomy


Photography: Blood by laura-makabresku on


•April 8, 2019 • 1 Comment

A moon-sliced ice cube
Plopped playful in a soda pop
I shriek and crack erratic
And begin my glacial melt
In a slow swirl of commingling
Solid-cold and bubbly-warm
Both forms of me, matter


pic by me


•March 11, 2019 • Leave a Comment

A golden finch-hen on a glass doorknob
A mockingbird blocking her nest
The spring chimes are ringing
Each time she takes flight
Winter postures while puffing his chest

A sharp beak will glint in the sun just like glass
All mamas’ scared eyes look the same
We shoulder this season
To spite winter’s bite
Crying out for creation if even in vain


Painting: The Goldfinch, Carel Fabritius

Your Service

•March 8, 2019 • 1 Comment

There was a silence
Wrapped around my heart
Like the flag that cradled his coffin
So I left a letter folded neatly next to him
With words I should have said out loud
But simply could not utter then
I penned, and sent along with him

Thank you Granddad
For giving up your smoking pipe
On that warm day so long ago
Because a little girl was worried
And she asked you to
And loved you so

A sacred moment of respect
Folded neatly now
Inside my chest


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