Category Archives: poems

Poetry 365: #1 – August excerpts

Posted on 15 October, 2011 by

Although I have still been keeping up with my yearly poetry quota — for the most part at least, since I’m a bit behind on making it to my goal of another 175 poems for 2011 and may shoot for … Continue reading →

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A stuffed suitcase

Posted on 28 November, 2009 by

Folding yourself up into yourself until you don’t exist – until you’re a single point of light – is the best way to go. I try this in my bed this morning with little success. It would help me shed … Continue reading →

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Hum

Posted on 27 November, 2009 by

Invariable transistor static. Leading to the romance of radiowaves. Leading to broadcasts of the nightly news sent through thickening televised air. Now every high point holds finger-antennae pointing at holes in the atmosphere, every low point a ringing, buzzing baby … Continue reading →

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The mirror

Posted on 26 November, 2009 by

The mirror of my mind reflects only badness. The good resides here in this room as a vampire, without reflectiveness, and though my mind searches as if for shells, it finds only sand. My mind is like a mud that … Continue reading →

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We sweet Orpheuses

Posted on 11 October, 2009 by

The Columbia has abandoned us, the Willamette, too; and the Guadalupe; and San Jose. And Portland. We’re abandoned into history. We’re run aground on a little island, but it isn’t really a little island — it’s a sea monster. Verily. … Continue reading →

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Memorial days; Cockroaches; Indepedence days

Posted on 12 July, 2009 by

Your father told us about the time he lost control of the Tahoe on the ice. We ate chocolate cake and went wine-tasting. But aren’t they the same thing? Both only offer acerbity’s opposite. And all dead soldiers look the … Continue reading →

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Oka’s toes

Posted on 13 May, 2009 by

a big breakfast, and Tom’s cat, him peering in like a little lost boy who’s come home to discover his parents have forgotten him, and they’ve thrown away his clothes and his bed and his little red firetruck and there … Continue reading →

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For a country as a number

Posted on 11 May, 2009 by

Lasting contributions of our fathers to mankind: iPods, and high definition flatscreen televisions; Bluetooth headsets and hybrid gas & electric automobiles; iPhone apps, and dual-core computer processors… As if we would die were our fingers to stop; as if the … Continue reading →

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Maydays

Posted on 6 May, 2009 by

Pinch, punch, taking a walk. Trash in the creek, an old foot-massager, and trees that release cotton snow you run away from. A young man sits on a stump near the bike trail with some luggage, beneath a tree to … Continue reading →

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Linea Libra

Posted on 27 April, 2009 by

Your skin is a transmission; a message speaking of days spent at the easel and loves that touched you. A small silhouette sits on the cover of your bookish back. I can read your name in the notches of your … Continue reading →

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