Like scouts, they arrive
quietly and unannounced -
soldiers of spring,
but weaponless,
only harbingers of the larger regiment to follow. Read more…
Poetry
How do you tame a wild bird, its flighty little heart,
its constant search for sustenance, shelter, safety?
Its desire to escape the confines of its lofty cage? Read more…
Heavy
Hushed
Cimmerian, somber.
Even before the rooster wakes,
the earth is still
as if being blanketed
by expectation,
weighted with longing. Read more…
I stand, locked, in front of the Van Gogh. I feel dizzy, lightheaded as it draws me into itself. My feet are planted, but I feel my body being pulled into the scene. My eyes break away for a second and I glance around, wondering if anyone else feels what I feel – the energy and joy and anger and consciousness emanating from that painting…I reel backward, tearing my eyes away. Next, the Picasso. Hours later, I leave the museum in an exhausted sweat. Read more…
It’s dark and my heart is pounding.
I’ve been running for some time
and when I stop and turn around
The Fox is there. Read more…
Hair always dyed a shade of youth and vigor,
remnants coloring the papery skin around her ears and forehead.
Little round body that tells the hard tale of Mexican women-
low to the ground for work and round in the hips for babies.
Breasts too small for her body and a heart muscle too weak for all that she would feel and experience.
Ankles swollen, eyes rheumy, thick glasses. Her Spanish not accepted; English not sufficient.
House dresses in so many flowered patterns, some shade of pink always on her lips- creeping through the lines forming there.
And she was beautiful. Magnificent. The Queen of my heart. Read more…
When the perceiving heart goes haywire
And the circuits are overloaded,
a devil lies behind every bush.
Around every corner, a monster. Read more…
Come closer.
Warm your hands near the fire of my heart.
Come closer.
Circle yourself around my ribcage
and absorb
the heat, Read more…
The moon arrives each afternoon
no sooner than it left, it seems…
The hours of weakened sunlight zoom by
as if being chased by
some great winter beast.
The rays hide to the south,
lurking behind storms and clouds…
All the earth
begins to still and slide into rest,
It is breaking through -
New grass in a spring pasture
Working to find cracks
and holes
In which to reach for sunlight.