Maya’s Soliloquy To Pablo (From a sequence of poems on the women in Pablo Picasso's life.) When you leave, it is only fair and right to clear the table once set with laughter and tip the wine glasses into the... Continue Reading →
Losing Control Let this moment be worthless. Let it dangle, not particularly connected to anything. Do nothing redeemable in the next few seconds. Don’t destroy, and don’t construct. Let’s not put a hand in anything. Let’s be pointless, large, and... Continue Reading →
Reduced We still talk about the apricot preserves confiscated at the airport when we didn’t know jelly was a liquid. We envision a stranger spreading our shiny, sunburst-orange affection intended for another. On a different trip, returning from Honolulu, I... Continue Reading →
Wrinkles Hanging around one place too long Is the same as sitting in the bathtub too long You start to shrivel like a prune Gaining only wrinkles Time to get out – With a gurgle The water drains A ring... Continue Reading →
Claims Everywhere we walk, orange signs warn Private Property or Posted. Still dented cans rattle in ditches and campfire rings, claiming “No, mine too.” And something in the surveyor’s talk about tramping over ridges and steeping himself in briers to... Continue Reading →
Lost In Space The space between not wanting to live and not wanting to die is an amorphous island which you alone inhabit. The coastline shifts, the waves crash just when you think they should recede. The space is like... Continue Reading →
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