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Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Hey appears in Astropoetica

My poem Hey appears in the final issue of Astropoetica.

Saturday, October 18, 2014


she stood there, and there was no war between us
hundreds stood like her, for years

for a little drink, she stood above the toothless grin
of the wildfire line, the hollowed juniper

anticipating nothing in the yellowing distance
I couldn’t say whether we were opponents

she stood there, a hunt, like a smoldering bush,
assumes oppositional forces, strong cuts

unearthing the harvest, salt-hide, brine heart
her honest garment of ash and crosshairs

a wind swept through the canyon
a mediator of meat and museum

rumors of ceremony stretch
across the highline trail, reddening

for Autumn, rippled like a hidden pond
stirred by a velvet spike before the flash

blackening its ankle in the burn, the cutthroat
air betrays its warning, air once angry

who pushed flames through the herd, yawns
and sheds its skin, this is the thirsty hour

what is equalized is distance through briars
and bear grass, she stood there unaware

of the war between us, the minerals in our bones
prayed into the smoke, and then she fell

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Selected for Participation

act, abandon your warm cotton
attack the reputable hour, diabetic

five a.m. alarm for a prick, the vibration
of a most recent meal debt, approach

curve scale, sugar, move: this
morning is not for nouns

guide—all the quiet you harbor
at this time, and somewhere

in America Elton John is playing
radio is a substance, a lethargic dust

a type 2-step waltz glycemic; competitive
name the song and it’s there

birthing insulin, stretching a million
frequencies, an emergent weight

descending ballerina, you must
have seen her dancing in the sand

burn the heart caloric, and now she's in me,
rearview mirror shake, a single ingredient

always with me, tiny dancer metabolism 
salted, breathing heavy in the mist


Friday, October 3, 2014

Burial Life Insurance as Little as .25 a Day

generally, through black
and isn’t the surrounding personal

is it rude to speak of blossoms, now, as if
foods change love       so often dreaming of elevation

the force is best that forces an appreciation of fruit
cool, grape animals, a morning recreation
a rectangle in satin silence

finances are no mountain any more
any dog can bark a message
music, a perfect scenery
no blog about it

no heart for climbing
the end is fruit

budgets want an elegant statue, portraits, day and
chime, all that religion
at the last moment

we dead are the growers         from previous time
forcing some tradition             breathtaking

landform, famous but for terrain
more end
less spring

fantastic earth            
celebrate on the fat
background river mountain hospitable

more produce than clockwork, opening
to $0.00 air, where there's a didn’t of flowers

you-shouldn't-have flowers sleeping on, 
            with winemaker worshipers of this
                      early valley dirt and permanence
 for wooden climate   

love food, go change
fruit forces produce
day plants and elevated—all

for the silence of a quarter
on a Friday well spent

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Namtar and the 60 Demons

From this moment, a cumulus spray
dissects the air. Grandmothers weep

into their sleeves. And so it is.
The tale of common water and sky

bathed in droplets, wedged in rat-coiled waste
along the carnival curbs.  The firefighters made

rainbows for children while hot navies anchored
their ships in their young lungs.  This day

outnumbered our creators. This day a cough
or a snot of disbelief splintered.  Shrapnel

liquidated our map-dot borders.  Through the face.
In a pinch.  By possession.  Beyond incineration.

Ring the bell, feel the bank blow open
its vault of violence in a sneeze.
This diffusion strokes our serpents, breaks our bricks,
Brings our antibodies to their knees. 

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Song of the Throat Chakra

Palm Reader

Seducing the Swan

It's easier than you might think,
to catch the affection of a god.
Bathe slowly, paying attention to detail,
every drop -- how
the streams run from nape to nipple. The contour of a knee
pulls them in every time.
It is this easy.
But after a coy year
I left
a trail of pears, whole and some
slightly nibbled until, under the gateway,
we met.
I took flight,
in a bed
of white

My Fatima

In 2004, a friend of mine, Sue Gerard, asked me to write short poems in response to her art.
I just found the old disc I had them saved on.

Saturday, January 25, 2014

The Roundup

All remaining 2013 Fords must go. I just don’t buy promises that there will not be any. Hallie Newcastle did it. I imagine she is here to continue the myth. Maybe it was simply too much basketball.

The Weather Service says there is a 20 percent chance of rain Thursday. On average, people swallow 1.5 liters of urine when swimming in a public pool. Your health is our main concern. The meeting opened with little fanfare. We are talking a public funded water utility here. Print free local coupons. 

He bought the van two months ago at an auction for $500. "I paid too much," he said. And Evans said the college would be allowed to have grass for sports field. View photos of Christian singles. The expenses will arrive with night terrors.

When I heard I had won, I was like, “WAAAA!” Millions are powering their homes at no cost. Built an arena then tore it down, moved it, and enlarged it. I lived in Germany for three years while in the Air Force. They suggest taking shelter in a "sturdy building."

Hi there, my name is Ashley and I’m a 27 year old married woman. Think yourself raw. Girl gets $1,000 scholarship for humongous plant. Won't grab this "tar baby" but will offer this thought. Just don’t play the machines. I smell money and will repeal it from the product vaccines. Once again, I am outraged. Show them how large you are. A fire is burning at the bicycle shop. Welcome to the circus, Johnny.

If we are to remain a "free" people, we are going to have to correct that situation. The scientific breakthrough is here. I will contact the gallon shared. My thoughts aren't complicated. I wondered how you felt about them. Don’t be left on the sidelines wishing you would have played, sign up today. I think it's the cops that have invaded. We’ve got a bad feeling about this, Poncho.

We’re not out of the hospital. His oxygen is harder to appreciate. But at least we’re off life support. Pet owners, be aware there is someone poisoning pets. Ted was reduced to three prayers.

In addition to being pit bulls, they were large, black, and loud in their kennels. How perfect of you to mail in wonder. If you live with a cat who has turned your upholstery into mere shreds, you’re probably at your wit’s end. Wake up tomorrow with an extra $6,500 in your bank account. 

The crews set fire to about 1,300 acres along the Control Road. When you get burned you should crack an egg and you won't get a scar. Every detail was negotiated. The suspect died of possibly self-inflicted gunshot wounds after a 40-minute, high-speed chase. The trigger was exhausted. When you die, your hair still grows for a couple of months.

Last night, while trying to barbecue hamburgers and hotdogs on the deck for Betsy’s birthday this interrupted us. I think the pyramids were built in less time. Karaoke means "empty orchestra" in Japanese. We know that term immediately denies the fact.

It is genetically impossible for a rose to come in the color blue. Thank you, bell ringers. Love precedes memories. One of the highlights of the wrestling season is upon us. The eagle went in for a fish, but missed. He generously motions towards November.

Things started so well for the Longhorns. I simply think that is wrong. Read more in Tuesday's paper.


dVerse Form for All
Playing with non-poetry, plagiarism, and juxtaposition.
Not sure how I feel about it, but it was fun to read aloud.