Where My Poems Go

Remember

Remember when 
we laughed
in waves 
that started 
with our toes
and scrambled higher 
to our bellies
and still rose 
to suffuse breath and…

Watching

I am watching for the day
my eyes are lighter 
than my heart,
when my feet usurp my brain
and toss away its wild refrain
of scrambling hiccups…

Confession

There is no marrow in my bones.
I have a stomach filled with stones

Things That Are Not For Sale

A list poem

The Birds Have No Business Here

The birds have no business here
beneath the roar of chainsaws
and mowers scraping blades into the earth.

Patterns

These old patterns 
dance before my eyes
and suddenly I sympathize
with every devil dance
behind my lids.

Intricate

I am a thousand strands of yarn
knit into the brightest day
that casts no shadows
nor reminders of those
bygone shades of gray
that wrapped…

The Mark of Patience

I am ever in the crosshairs — 
hovering just outside 
the small sphere of light
that shows his trigger happy dance.

Two Ladies

The greyhound frolics 
in grass grown too tall
yet her graceful legs
skim the tips of blades
as she zigs and zags
across the margins 
of my…