Category: Poetry

Poem: Crown chakra

Skullcap lifted by raw energy popping forth pulling up to the heavens I write what I do not know —yet— vague words that sound true perhaps a distant memory dim understanding an echo from another life when I was more centered grounded —yet lifted— spinning high like a German...

Poem: Uniform

a world bathed in white pure, co-ordinated, restful —but boring— I would still wear leopard a vixen amongst the virgins —mostly false— a fox amongst the chickens and I bet you wouldn’t object one single bit...

Poem: Fringe

neon fringe old lace hip scarf reminding me of my old hip life city lights dance class shimmying on the same stage where punk bands spat and dead friends once played neon green, deep cyan buried in this beige town...

Poem: Fertilizer

The old hag sneers as she passes my garden a witch too early for Samhain “Goddamn idiot, why the fuck did you do this?” as she misses the riot of roses vivid coneflowers frigid iced lavender hibiscus the last of the fuschia blazing stars spring is a flurry of...

Poem: Windswept

another membrane jump no clue where I’m going but better than where I’ve been —can’t be worse, anyway— I paid the time toll to long lost scattered fans work given away free to a good home from my head to your ears I’d forgotten I wrote like that and...

Poem: Stopover

birds chirp passing by as I am passing through a town like a closed cocoon gray as death yet just a pause a passage before emergence in new splendor whence I will flutter away never to be seen again in these parts...

Poem: Miami

dancers twirl + shake the land of the free while iguanas invade and devour grandma’s precious hibiscus my heart aches longing for tropical steam a faraway dream but I know I’ll soon be there in spirit mind body from one coast to the other escape the smothering boot on...

Poem: Nocturne

slow bass cycles, to and fro paino, windy thumps, rustling leaves slow and soft, tapping raindrops rap upon the skylight “take notice of me” insists the withering storm echoes of afternoon tantrum clouds now quiet, gone to bed...

Poem: Auburn

Dull roots return —so much for low maintenance— but low maintenance is for low moods giving up not bothering I should delight in high maintenance —and finding shortcuts– for high rewards or at least the satisfaction of not giving up refusal to bow down to my dull roots both...

Poem: Renewal

on the cut (or I should be): the excess of years needing to melt away let my true form emerge rising like daffodils through the dirt pushing new buds to shine in the sun and discard the rest like last year’s compost feeds the flower and vanishes into the...