By the time the body goes the spirit is just memory rushing ahead like dogs unleashed in a new green world. The concrete body is faithful to the exigencies of slow-time, holding everything that was left behind making new life.Read more…
Gravity
The sense of falling and wondering, arrogantly or with ingenue, if it had been made, fresh, in that moment, just for him, wondering if it would go on and on, like flight. But the sea from such a heightRead more…
The Naked God
Life is absurd. I’m serious. Why would the shaking, pulsing edge of being saddle itself with the pasty fat-man of meaning? Why would the shattering potential at the slicing edge between existing and not existing, why would the blue-skinned PeaceRead more…
Enough
Winter wears grass and soft leaves in the desert. Green enough to break your heart though that’s not the intent. The sky remembers wet and blue in unequal measure, close enough to touch, but improbable like a child’s painting. ForRead more…
Intellectual
I finally figured it out. I have an intellectual penis – hell, maybe we all do! If my brain is my biggest sexual organ It’s only fair that my cock joins in on calculus. I’m serious. As I think aboutRead more…
Linoleum
Lying on the kitchen floor, Under the table. Tears and linoleum Mark your long absence And the terrible wrench of an ambiguous goodbye. When I arrived, you hold shy flowers you pretended Not to give me. When I left county,Read more…
All Business
Pit fire and the smell of wine business was on the table, violet myrtle climbed the wall behind you with tiny fingers, as the corners of your mouth lost themselves into hope-stained curves. Our shoes, black and brown, tapped redRead more…
Rest Stop Bathroom
He sat in the stall, Pants up, trying to hide What he was doing as though it Were dirtier, somehow, than the Business this stinking place was built for. When I pushed the door Open and he looked up atRead more…
Intellectual
This one caused some interesting stir at Kim Rosen’s poetry retreat in Hawaii. As well it should! I finally figured it out. I have an intellectual penis – hell, maybe we all do! If my brain is my biggest sexualRead more…
Cold Water Worms
I thought a happy poem was important. Not all my poems are about Folsom Lake, I swear. Folsom lake is always cold. That’s its virtue. On afternoon blazes, a boyfriend and I would go to a secluded rocky cove, loseRead more…