Lucky or not I see faces everywhere. Walking in a Death Valley canyon at dusk once, I became overwhelmed by the changing animal and human faces reflecting off the canyon walls. I rejoice in that negative space around and between the images where the new…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Ode to the Barnyard Artist
So, you don’t lay eggs, those golden things, food of the gods; you don’t bow at my feet, cackling joyfully, like my speckled brown beauties; but you sing the new day, and keep singing until dusk, my farmyard musician; you flaunt your golden tail feathers,…
Good Dog
I never thought that I could love a dog as much as you. Especially a bed hog or one who likes to chew the eyes off my Beanie Baby zoo. I never thought I’d meet a dog Quite as smart as you. Let alone live…
#10) Grateful
I praise the earth that tilts and turns and floats among the stars. Upon her ground I’ve often found the most amazing things. I praise my ears my voice, my mind for bringing me to song. Without their gift How could I lift my spirit to…
Poem 10: An Ode to Yellow
You varnish the skies. Your incandescent arms Embrace dark rooms, Make them blush In the slow burn of your flickering kisses. When summer’s green grows tired and bored, You crisp along its edges, Crackling with something like laughter. You pull the sun into bed at…
Dinner at Michelle and Anthony’s
First family gathering at the new house. First house. Frank Sinatra and Italian opera playing through the television. Stories about renovating, cleaning, patching, painting. Turning a house with potential into a home. Dave and Ronnie, Ronnie’s sister and her sweet daughter, Rich and me….
Umbrellas
Like colorful buttons From above Then dull needles at night
The Poet’s Alternative Narrative of History
Black and white type on a page Stale words by monotone historians OFFICIAL HISTORY Bring living words from breathing faces Of movements That were offset, slipped off the page Putting a face on history The stories that need to be told To remind us that…
Poem 10
Chapter 10: Resurrection Twelve warriors kneel. A seer tells all “The lost daughter is returned to us! The signs are clear – The mark does not impede her power. She resurrected her warrior marked for death.” Rally in the center of a mountain. Rogue…