. . . might as well go out with a bang.    Mother   “I could have just put you     in an orphanage.”   I should be grateful you cut me only with your tongue, so many implements available: sharpened kitchen knives, razors, scissors, all the tools of your meticulous grooming.   I should be grateful… Continue reading

      There is an audio of this poem (which I did not listen to) on Oratory.     #poem //embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js     Continue reading

     Listen. I will tell you everything. The weather is turning.  Soon it will be time to unroll the Persian rugs and lay themon the polished floors.  I will hold nothing back. I am brittle, like glass; like leavesof a tree too long without water; a cocoon, untenanted,exposed to the sun.  This morning I… Continue reading

Another forgotten poem, for NaPoWriMo 2012. Maybe worth working on?      //embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js        We know this path well, both of us. We meet, and begin to walk together, stepping around potholes, exclaiming at this wildflower, that view of blue mountains. One trips on a rock, the other offers a hand-up. The path… Continue reading

     After you left, days of summer cametoo early, forcing blooms that will shrivelin the next, inevitable, frost. I sleep and sleepthrough the long heat. Afternoon shadowsslant across the grass. Women pass by in paledresses, bare skin. I close the shutters against the sun. Later, rain. Snowhigh and spare in the mountains. Aspensgreening by… Continue reading