Category: Poetry

Red hot isotope spit’n mama Baby you glow in the dark Entropic activity stirs a switch Half-life flesh ignites subliminal twitch Synaptic hormonal chain reaction Turgid particle accelerator raised for action Burning fire of unquenchable quantum desire … Continue Reading

Her face lit up the sky Hovering there In full control of tides and time Nothing so banal as day But night And crops And blood And seasons All that matters All that mothers … Continue Reading

A jar of pork fat from the small pig your rancheros slaughtered for New Year’s Eve. El aceite del chancho, miraculously slid through Atlanta customs. The same nebulous color of the clouds of Peñas Blancas, suspended somewhere between a solid and a liqu … Continue Reading

(after Pablo Neruda) and it happens that I am tired of beauty shops. The smell of hair dye makes me break into hives, a sort of hysteria. Hysteria is an old-fashioned, Freudian word. Freud is out-of-fashion, and that is a relief. I want fashion to be o … Continue Reading

a series of dotted lines that never converge an elliptical cadence of a conversation dropped due to a bad connection. Speech impediments run in families. We stutter our apologies Always, we say, I’m sorry but never really mean it. Silence is the unders … Continue Reading

The children ignore you submissively waiting in place in the sunny kitchen. They skip past you, an ornament in a bowl. The father, on the other hand, from the instant he lays eyes on you, leers hungrily at your buxom figure and blushing skin. He would … Continue Reading

If you make Your decision How am I to argue? A Mite with no knees. But I beg a plea That will go heard or unheard. The Moon gleams White And has no record for Keeping score But crosses in Her timely fashion As the Spider whirls its thread For foster fl … Continue Reading

We are working in boxes stacked up on wire, pulling our eyes closer together. I’m writing you to confess to my failures as I brew in the cracked tea pot on the window sill, Teetering between the snow and a steamy room with two moon faces. Let’s have a … Continue Reading

Where fly the angels, the angels carried here by the lightness of snow, where fly their feathery wings their soft knowing hearts their prayers they say for us and the ones they answer. Where fly the angels that dance in the flurries sideways, upside do … Continue Reading

(from the Summer of Three Foxes) It is easier to boil water than it is to freeze it. It is easier to write a poem, pay a bill, open a can of tuna, or peel a beet, than it is to read a book that has sat too long on the kitchen table. A sandwich is a poo … Continue Reading

I’m contemplating the height of your window and the thickness of the skin on the inside wall of your thumb. I cannot quite place the growth of your smile as it expands over rocky valleys and causes fossils to be reborn. I am swimming in a pool of jelly … Continue Reading

She didn’t deserve this. She deserved a full life. To be a wife. To have children. A rose wilted, petals flying away, drifting in the breeze. She didn’t deserve this. Such a kind soul. We release butterflies With love in our hearts, Tears in our eyes. … Continue Reading