Shopping Day II

The  24 poem “International Gourmet Feast” Shopping Day II   Allspice for the prunes I know that sounds strange with lots of Vodkoi for no one to make strange   The avocados top off a salad of Greek fame and fortune with a Greek Art…

Under

Under this paper is a spine under this paper is a gift under this paper is sanitized for your protection under this hello is why under the rule of virus skeletons rejoice Joints make themselves heard Knuckles swell listen for the space they are about…

Hour 3 – the pretty poet girl

Whoa.. You’re beautiful! But I am not. My hair is curly And all twisted and black – And my soul – a little bit more. No. I am perhaps not The pretty poet girl. My neck ain’t draped in pearl. Caress me in your words,…

Lifetime Itinerary

The Forbidden City, Where an Empress Laughed,loved and lost   The Summer Palace Where a Jade ship stands Strong, imposing and aloof   In Barcelona, a cobbled street, Where a vendor has something Just for you   In Rome, a street cafe, Where we sip…

Smiles Behind a Mask

Tyra taught me Smize now it’s the only way I show you the smile trapped between fabric and face.   I smile behind my mask I pray the energy reaches you. I laugh and giggle inside my bubble of breath.   The Mona Lisa lives…

2) Having a Bath

Gonna pour me some lavender, thick dried globs, a little oil, and try out that new bath tub. Brass ceramic handles, black etched cold and hot watch the steam lift from tub to handles sniff the gentle air, and I’ll be thinking of you my…

Holy, Holy, Holy

Holy, holy, holy. Holy, holy, holy. Set the table visitors over hills now show themselvess the trees do not have leaves so we see whoever comes. Whoever comes holy, holy, holy. Whoever comes holy, holy, holy. Unlock the door, holy, holy, holy Unlock the door…

Pandemic Staycation 2020 Half-Marathon Hour Two

Take one morning, sift lightly and walk past silent houses, glistening dew, and twittering birds. Add one glass of orange juice, accompanied by a dandelion Gulp and think of next hours. Open the windows and doors while the sun fills the sky. Add the chores…

being my lover

after a lifetime of wearing the clichéd compliments I tore to tatty clothes and lying awake over the taxes you paid for trying to love me and hiding under the bed each cent of your evaporated dignity   I will suddenly believe and start collecting…

Breakfast

2 people 3 eggs 4 pieces of toast 2 glasses 2 juices 1 coffee I hope 3 bowls of Iams 2 waters for folks   to wake up and smell injustice to wake up and wipe it clean to wake up to change tomorrow and…