Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

always hungry

I had in mind the dog
but it was only an empty
brown paper shopping bag
looking up at me

cleanup time

when the web of time
joined the dust of time
she gave in and cleaned the cabinet


(the dust, on little
rubber bands
bounces right back)

Sunday, September 6, 2009

jet (or swine flu, hopefully)

begins with intimation
builds to thunder
which subsides
does not come our way

Sunday, August 30, 2009

it's just good feng shui (Dunsmuir take note)

suspend some wind chimes in the canyon--
the river, the railroad, the freeway and the wind
blowing through town through opposite doors

Friday, July 10, 2009

winter bedtime

in the cold house
I laid my cold body down
topped it with an electric blanket

and learned
what a hot fudge sundae feels like

Thursday, June 25, 2009

I accept what I'm guilty of
my mother, not so much

Tuesday, June 23, 2009


tomatoes–-hand-ripened, slow-picked

Monday, June 15, 2009

imaginary conversation after stopping at convenience stores, the length of California

Studying English?
Yes, I’m going to visit the States
Really? What part?
Oh, that won’t do you any good there...

Tuesday, June 9, 2009


her poor dishonored body
she tries to think, plead, order it into place...

(the brain, in its capsule
aspiring to become commander
of the whole darn rocket)

(the body, with its own will and intelligence
regards the brain as an add-on
latecomer, would-be usurper)

...which finally responds, expands
into the true position

Monday, June 8, 2009


she must have decided that
to have a clean house
cleaning is too high a price
to pay

Friday, June 5, 2009

noisy news (from the neighborhood)

the mockingbird
and the jackhammer
in duet

police helicopter
in circles over the house

new neighbor
at the top of her lungs

Amtrak sultry-soft, two tone
reminds me
you can get out of here

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

I stop for gardens

pausing before a house
a patrol car happens by
watching me
case the spinach

Thursday, May 28, 2009


she tried for years
to straighten him out
nowadays she contents herself
ironing creases into his jeans

bird spit

by a single bird
high on the wires
with inordinate aim
she felt herself selected