Stop, stop! I shouted. Someone in my waking dream was shining a light on me. I shuffled downstairs to make some coffee, to feed the cats, to stoke the fire. This song is making me sad. This song. . . this song, listen. . . I’m a poet. And you? I’m a worrier. What worries …
Reading the late Mary Oliver, I have a bookmark marking a favorite poem. It used to be a long piece of brown paper, The handle of a paper bag. I read a few more poems And then a few more, marking the ones I like With the brown paper bookmark. The bookmark gets shorter and …
One day Melania was walking along the beach wondering what to do about her husband. She was worried that he would not make it through another month, much less his term, without a miracle. While she was walking, feeling hopeless and deep in thought she came upon a beautiful iridescent fish that had been washed …
I’m sad. Let’s be sad together. I’m angry too. Let’s be angry together. Let’s be sad About what makes you sad first. Then we can be sad about What makes me sad. Then we can get angry together. I have a list of things That make me angry and sad At the same time! Will …
I shake my head, And frown into A virtual page of white — This screen — That lights my face In this otherwise dark room That we have been trying to heat Against the storm That blows as if to extinguish Our little box of light. The white of the screen Mimics the white Of …
Ink blot Black butterfly Voice of the smallest Hear them ? Voices of Dogs and parakeets Hear the Voices of trees, clouds Forests, barns, Houses, little bridges (Listen to that little bridge You just crossed It is saying, Good You made it ) Now the mountain Is underneath us Whispering, Climb me I have something …
Ink blot test Cross burnings Into a corner Black butterfly Voice of the little Pinball machine Suburban garage The fourth world Day four anyone Familiar names Dogs and parakeets There’s more to it Those who lived Sense of rage Sort of thing Had a modicum Clings to your finger Pull the cork …
Sand through the hourglass. Sand in my eyes. Sleep don’t come easy. The moment is fragile. I heard him say, The moment is fragile. I heard him come in. I heard him say, Sleep don’t come easy. Too many lies. Rivers of lies. Sand of lies. Oceans of tears and lies. Cities are fragile. The …
I was driving to town. I rounded a curve and jammed the brakes. There was a raccoon walking away Right in the middle of the road. I slowed down to the speed of her gait. I had a good chance to look at her. I determined she was a she With a dark outer …
One morning, at breakfast,
Creator took a bite out of his toast.
He held it up to his wife proudly.
Moon, he said.
He took another bite.
Mushroom, he said.
His wife frowned.
He took another bite.
Anteater, he said.
And another: Acacia.
Now his wife glared at him.
Creator was squirming in his chair.
He had to pee.
He took several quick bites,
Leaving only the trunk
And a big bulb at the top
Before he hurried from the table.
Human, he said over his shoulder.
His wife stared at his plate.
I feel sorry for that skinny thing! she said.
And that giant brain is only going to get him in trouble!
She nibbled the top much smaller and sighed,
Not looking forward
To when her husband returned.