Get Off the Phone! A Pantoum

Poetry Month, Poem A Day, No. 11 Get Off the Phone! A Pantoum Tripping across the long blue cable strung across the carpet like a snake someone has taken the phone to their room what secrets do her whispers make? Strung across the carpet like a snake I follow the wrung-out telephone cord secrets whisper,... Continue Reading →

I Don’t Believe in Much

Poetry Month, Poem A Day, No. 10 I Don't Believe in Much I don’t believe in much of anything religious I’m like clay that way waiting for the right hand to shape a story from the mound of possibilities one where I can see the sense of it from each angle from above and below... Continue Reading →

When the Muse Calls in Sick

Poetry Month - Poem A Day - No.s 6, 7, 8, 9 (and cheating) When the Muse Calls in Sick maybe she is just really tired and a little put out this whole poem a day business wasn’t her idea after all maybe she is a bit jealous all those birthday wishes and she barely... Continue Reading →

The Monokini, or Explaining the Election

Poetry Month, Poem A Day Challenge, Poem No. 5 Explaining the Election We are a people who, in 1964, when Rudi Gernreich, Austrian fashion designer, invented the topless bikini and called it the monokini,* went for it. Well, half of us did. "It is feminist." "It is objectification." It is an etymological error. Gernreich received... Continue Reading →

Tiny Little Nudges of Nothing

Poetry Month - Poem a Day - No. 4 I wake up to animation and artwork and another year. Oh, and a cat licking my face and a dog’s leg across my ankle. He’d hug me if he could. I wake up wondering what on earth I will write about today. Only celebratory ideas swim... Continue Reading →

My Green Dodge Dart

Poetry Month - Poem a Day - No. 3 My Green Dodge Dart Didn't make me cool I had no envious friends Got to work on time Image by, p.s. not really an image of the car I owned.  

Today I Will Be Brilliant

Today I will be brilliant. Not once. But all day long. Today I will not look in the mirror, wink, and say, ‘You got this kid,’ then wash my hands, dry them, leave the bathroom, and forget ever having said this as I walk back to whichever difficult task I had abandoned a few minutes... Continue Reading →

Birds and Bingo, another journal poem*

Birds and Bingo She sweeps winter from the garage with a sneeze and a plume laughs hard and alone quite enamored by the middle road the question: what makes a girlfriend a girlfriend? what makes birch bark wallpaper? She sheds this skin so heavy rake the dust and debris off the beds you just know... Continue Reading →

eclipse yourself

blood moon red cavity in the sky a missing molar lunar dentistry children release teeth win fairy tale prizes, proud of the gap imagine that just dropping a limb a digit or a hip, a wrist, a twisted ankle and blooming a new one eclipse yourself become a shadow a hole in the western  sky... Continue Reading →

Glass in Our Tortillas

It made for a pretty sweet parenting pleasure to arrive home to a house where I could see the vacuum wheel tracks running across the carpet like directional signs saying 'This way to clean!' And to smell the fresh red chile pork in the kitchen. 'Are we at your mom's?' I asked the girls' dad.... Continue Reading →

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