Thursday, October 25, 2018

Obedience is a broad spectrum




Water laps against shore.
Little, soft licks
landing silent.
This cove lost its teeth
to summer wreckers
to hot necked teenagers
to fog which blots out the moon.
I have teeth enough 
to greet the cold night 
in bright heat. 

And in the silent lapping,
these paws 
find no stones to skip.
They muddy the folds 
of my bridesmaid dress,
shredding taffeta
as birthright. 
Will you come closer,
my love, and pluck
the briars from my back?

Will you clamber
over driftwood and broken shells 
to join me in the craggy space
between the woods and the water.
You can croon the last stanza
of Oh Comely.
I will say what I can. Stay.
I’ll nuzzle your lap
and let you rub my warm belly.
Because you
smell of the butcher shop.
And because 
I am such a good girl. 
Such a
good
girl. 


Written for my prompt over at Real Toads.  I asked the Garden Dwellers to create their own creature and write a poem about it (with a few very demanding rules, of course).  

Saturday, May 5, 2018

Pandora’s box is a circle

look, if you remember
anything about this town, 
remember stale yellow afternoons
before thunder rumbled in with night

remember crowded cafes
filled with the silence 
of fingers tapping phone screens

remember birds
singing through the night
terrified of what morning will bring

remember how summer 
steamed from wet sidewalks
and how you went home every night, 
shutting yourself into a rented room
to feel alive


for the Camera Flash prompt over at Toads today.  We were given a photo to respond to. The image reminded me of those afternoons when there is nothing to do but wait for night and see what unfolds.  

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Weather machine blessings



Wasn’t it
the rain that put shine
on the street
and made us
shiver closer together
locked step, arm in arm?  



Written for Marian's prompt at over at toads. She asked is write in the fussy little form of Shadorma, which is a six line not rhyming poem with the syllable structure of 3-5-3-3-7-5. 

Sunday, October 8, 2017

Opened ended letter to a lobsterman

Dear lonely sir, 

How do we square 
with the fact 
that those knots and nets
you leave in the harbor 
will never hold me?


Brief piece written for the first Camera Flash challenge over at real toads. 

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Bad Tourists

Image copyrighted: Isadora Gruye Photography


We can’t leave our shine on the curb or shake the grey night rain from our shoes.



Written for Sunday Micro Challenge at Real Toads. The task: write about night rain in the streetlight using Ginsberg's American Sentence - that's a poem in one 17 syllable sentence. For this one, I used one of my own photos from my first rain soaked night in San Fran. B

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Party Instructions

Eat the cake Magda, 
even if the flour and salt 
turn to paste on your tongue. 
And keep working the room. 
You’ve caught the eye of a single banker 
and a married baker.
Neither care that
you’ve crumpled your cocktail napkin
into a sweaty ball in your fist
instead of folding it twice over. 

Eat the cake, 
and dance alone. 
Your shoes are reading
This machine kills fascists. 
And you're making eyes
at a sweater vested 
jalopy owner who could 
smoosh your butterfly
good and proper
even with a mouth full 
of cake paste
and cab fare jangling 
in his pockets.

But you’ll eat the cake.
And come home alone,
still clutching that cocktail napkin
in your hand like you were saving it

for your scrapbook.

For my first Poems in April prompt at Toads, I wrote a new installment in my black birthday cake series. For this out of standard prompt, I asked the Garden Dwellers to pick an image of a protest sign and write a poem with the phrase that was in no way political.  For my image, I chose this image of my favorite protestor: Woody Guthrie. 


Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Pencilz Down

1. That patch of dirt out by the drive way will never be a garden because
  1. you know science and science told you to stop trying to grow things where your heart wants to see dust. 
  2. the king rats and mole people have claimed that patch of land for themselves.  You hesitate to play the apex predator card this far into the suburbs. Plus it’s sort of neat to see them come together for a greater cause. 
  3. again, science, but different reasons.
  4. again king rats and mole people but because of fear. 
2. You’re not worried about drinking 
  1. city water from lead pipes. You dream big and risk it all. 
  2. cocoa with marshmallows at your kitchen counter like a goddamn toddler who cannot hold her gin. 
  3. Polonium in your tea. 
  4. Tea in your polonium. 
3. When confronted with discussing your favorite book
  1. moonwalk away. They won’t love it the way you love it.
  2. say it’s a tie between the Velveteen Rabbit and the Lorax. Celebrate your subterfuge by moonwalking away. 
  3. answer with the Economic Essays of 1848, wait for another communist to agree and make out with them profusely, then go for kebabs. 
  4. be the asshole who admits that they love to read, but not books.