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 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…

Seduction

I am at once too big
and not big enough

Perspective

Something tilted 
in the lilting way
you spoke my name
and suddenly 
the wake of ages
sprung itself 
from deep 
beneath my soul

Symphony of Souls

If something rests upon
the other side of 
this tenacious plane
and taps for entry, 
though we hear 
so clearly its refrain…

Ballad of the Rose

A small thing
barely contained

Limitless

Open to the mists that hide 
uncharted waters tucked inside
the gravity of each new infant day,
we greet the sun’s great orbit with dismay…

A Dervish Dance

What matters of the waves
that catch the sunlit, 
dappled fishes
~~swirling
~~~~whirling
in a dervish dance of deep delight,
is…

The Beat of Our Marching

You
with long limbs and bright smiles
and shining hair cascading 
over shoulders you think a bit too wide

Too & Too

I am both too young and much too old
to be unhappy with the bones
that form the frame of me —

A Place Called Home

He tells me Listen. Come closer.
You are Aphrodite
You are Venus made flesh.

Blessings

In peace, these blessings flow.
In stillness, we reflect and know
that we are not alone,
only separated by the mortal plane
that spans the…

Lesser Things

In shadows we find 
lesser things than we
and study forms
we tell ourselves
shouldn’t be — 
for we can turn
our backs upon
these quiet…

We Can Be More

The thickest cloud 
could not swallow whole
all the shining rays 
our eyes behold
nor stifle songs from places 
we were taught to…

Tufts of Time

On tufts of time 
the small birds fly
and catch the margins 
of my eyes
as afternoon 
comes blowing in
and sunlight 
settles deep…

We Once Again Will Fly

Cocooned within these sacred spheres
and shooting starbursts soaring
over teeming masses of humanity,
we cannot help…

No Voices Here

There are no voices here  where swings and slides sit empty
under lingering rays of…

Steady On

Steady on toward seeds of dawn
that draw themselves up
through the tiny cracks
amongst the bracken,
thick and choking,
under clouds,
buoyant…

The Crush of Heart

The crush of heart 
and dim of spark
that mark 
the meandering of spirit 
into cloak of dark
renew the troubled 
teachings of…

Blue

Last night I dreamed 
of heavy things.