Sacred Heart We wake to the songbirds painting their warbles and trills on the morning canvas, we listen to their fluted songs from our bed, or after breakfast when we take our coffee like a salvation ritual on the deck. You say you’re glad…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
The moment our eyes met
The moment our eyes met Is a moment I can never forget It was in the late late afternoon one-day And you completely took my breath away Weirdly, it was in an old coffee shop Nothing over the top And like all cliches in…
6 pm – Question Poem Collab (w. Jaecee the Poet)
What makes a family? What makes blood thicker than water? Who decides this? Why are Sundays so significant? Why can’t all days be chosen? Where is home? How does one know it’s true? Where do Matriarchs sit at the table? Is there space for a…
The Urchins
They knew their stuff and clutched the soft spots of the ocean floor for that was their job; they were blind. But in the weirdest sense, they saw the solitary sea floor: the larger fish stealing food through murky fog-water, swimming faster, pushing with mouths…
Snowfall (Hour 10)
White, cold, silent. Floating from the sky. Jack Frost usually strikes at night. His is an eerie, beautiful silence. Flakes catch light and shine back proudly. Almost gravity-defying in their slow descent from above. Stick around for a while. Stay and play. Wash the world…
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”
Our Christmas memories show that we were happy, We grew up with the most loving story we knew, being that of Christmas – of a baby born to fulfill a promise made eons ago to universal ancestors I cannot possibly know at all. In my…
10th Hour – Escapees
A herd of forty cows They made their escape In the streets of LA Green pastures, prairies come to mind When we think about A herd of forty cows But these forty were at A slaughterhouse when They made their escape And they weren’t going…
Hour 4 – You gotta do the work.
You can’t file a lawsuit against the universe…. . To which court, would you report? Your circumstances are what they are now. . …
Holiday in December
Holiday in December I’d love to go away in December you know Somewhere that’s far and covered in snow Though the hotel would need to be nice and hot Or stay in an igloo hotel, they look like a some spot Rest…
The Poet Takes a Break
The rain gauge says almost two inches of rain. In the brief respite, the dogs and I go out. My bones, and the weather app, tell me it isn’t over yet. My job is to feed the chickens and chase a packrat out of the…