April 2020

  • a sadness of dreaming 

      another gray morning I wake              from a dream of the end                          of the world it comes    without warning the alarm              a deafening buzz as all                          the bees in the world    die in a hum at the end     … Continue reading

  • Outrage

      I’m having a hard time writing. Even morning pages are flat. Few poems, little journaling of any kind. I know I’m not alone in this.    I’m exhausted. Of course, that’s my diagnosis: chronic fatigue. But this is different, more than that. My mind, my heart, my heart-mind is exhausted.    And I’m outraged,… Continue reading

  • sometimes

        I see an image online, a head pounds a wall  & I think, that’s me, I’m the head & the wall  I’m pounding my head against, I’m all those  apartments in my dreams that are so difficult  to get into, narrow stairways & tiny trap doors  mazes of rooms opening one into another … Continue reading