Category Archives: Poetry
Interviewed by Hunting for the Very Best
I was recently interviewed by author and food blogger, Dina Di Maio. We talked about my chapbook, Milkshakes & Chilidogs. Check it out at her blog, Hunting for the Very Best.
Silence: A Halloween Nightmare
Silence The silence surprises me— no more thumping from my chest— no more swooshing through my ears— the little gurgles of a living body are now absent and missed. The last light to enter these eyes was from cold clinical … Continue reading
The Language of Touch
The Language of Touch Our fingers whisper— trace thin skin, sympathetic nerves, compassionate nails— a graceful discussion of analog thoughts. We’re watching something that I’m ignoring. Sitting by your side, not gazing into your eyes. I’d rather eavesdrop on our … Continue reading
October Heatwave Haiku
Rusted leaves recoil Landing on scorching pavement October heatwave (The high temperature today was 98F/36C.)
Peek My Curiosity
Peek My Curiosity If her top slips a button and I glimpse white lace, I must time my glances to seem to keep eye contact. When helped from a car, if her skirt rides up, revealing a delicate curve of … Continue reading
Pre-Modern
We erected statues to those leaders who inspired or enslaved, back when things got done. There was a kind of progress— armies marched to kill, factories produced and polluted. It was a simpler time, when a nation’s wealth was calculated … Continue reading
Duty
Yesterday I hosted a germination workshop for Living Poetry. We had six poets working with eight prompts over two hours. One of the prompts was to write about duty. Duty Even when the words won’t run some days they barely … Continue reading
Chana Saag, Hot
Chana Saag, Hot I set fire to my mouth with self delusion, misbelieving I could handle the spice. Water doesn’t put it out it spreads it around like flames and gasoline. Nose running, scalp sweating, lips smouldering. My stomach — … Continue reading
Asthma
Asthma More wheezing than breathing, like a blood pressure cuff tightening around my chest. Shoulders clenched to the neck, eyes glassy, diaphragm sore, exhausted from lack of air. More panic than pain, being wrung like a rag. You try relaxing … Continue reading
I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu Challenge #27
Her sly supple skin painted with welcoming words I’m eager to read (I follow a lot of poetry blogs and see various challenges floating around but this particular visual prompt by Bill Wadman got my attention, I assume the … Continue reading
