August 28, 2013 § Leave a comment


Lunch —
arugula falling to the table around me


August 24, 2013 § Leave a comment

Miles make it sing
like you knew you want it to ring.

Woke up at 5:00 with this in my head. No, I don’t know what it means either.


August 6, 2013 § Leave a comment

Just before midnight
The whoosh of the house around me
not remembering when the crickets became so loud

[at the manicurist]

July 20, 2013 § Leave a comment

["… the fundamental questions of poetry…" the book’s dust jacket said]

Even the nail polish is fundamental as its little tiny atoms circle each other like planets, making of each other their own stars.

[first katydids]

July 18, 2013 § Leave a comment

First katydids
under the shade of the tree
across the yard

[in the rain]

July 6, 2013 § Leave a comment

Watching the robin
in the rain
and the worm
watch me

[escaping the rain]

May 8, 2013 § Leave a comment

Escaping the mid-day rain
huddled around chai and words

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