Category: Writing

Poem: Slingbacks

strappy polka dot stilettos the better to walk all over with no time for argument hateful glares from old hags —no matter the age— in their ugly dirty sneakers and clumsy orthopedic shoes wistful glances from husbands remembering when their wives still wore heels still cared to turn them...

Poem: Froth

bubble bath foams up around my elbows I read but am thinking elsewhere putting on a bubbly façade to mask the stony front walls I keep up washed with cold sea froth as surely as the hot steam sweats the lies out of my head...

Poem: Zephyr

languid, slow to rise an imagined embrace drawing me back to dream —but not to build— new realities float by untethered by action needing building blocks of concrete —not desire— braced against the winds of whim...

Poem: An Tíogar

An Tíogar stretches his neck chin up to the sun longing to be scratched behind the ears never enough will I ever ride that tiger? Yes, though perhaps not in this world but in dreams big paws pushing the top of my head I laugh and he roars stretches...

Poem: Gossip

delayed respect affection (almost affectation?) but no: now is the time. courage in the face of the jeering —jealous— crowd every tidbit of new —old!– information delights me sparks more respect than I ever thought I could muster for you....

Poem: Lines

little boy, so far from home trapped in a (semi-)grown man’s body with a man’s needs afraid to be alone cutting lines like record grooves blast away the silence big big bumps the better to not hear you with —my dear— the better to not hear that little voice...

Poem: Fierce

Leopard sheets daring —but— in a conventional way not unlike your brave declarations special but the same Are you really so fierce? —or all roar— no bite and blunted claws...

Poem: False start

down to the deadline waiting will the tumblers fall and the lock drop a price for my follies a distraction burn it to the ground scorched earth under cover kamikaze class in. out. take my paper run. where to? no idea....

Poem: Gift

there is a beauty in yearning strings lush but somber melancholy and dazzling but if you want more cheerful counterpoint I will give it to you the light at the end of the tunnel once one gets there rather than that first distant spark of hope glimmering and beckoning...

Poem: Replacements

our beauty has been stolen from us we are brainwashed to accept concrete in place of marble rusty steel beams square blocks hostile to our hands brute English in place of our singing tongues jeans in place of frothy skirts blubber and obscenities gruff scowls in place of smiles...