(how did her knee know
to give up so soon
her hair know
to turn out so white)
it’s a good thing someone loved her once
because now it was clearly
her turn to love
Monday, June 2, 2008
melancholy turning 90
she realizes the disaster
which she has been working all her life to prevent:
now on its way
which she has been working all her life to prevent:
now on its way
Friday, May 30, 2008
Somnial roads (I did it myyyyy wayyyyy)
Square-cut niches, shelves in clay
Dusty window, cobwebbed, gray
In passages I traveled by myself at night
To get there my own underground way
(underground chambers now fallen in
or closed off by spiders
you can’t go that way again)
Dusty window, cobwebbed, gray
In passages I traveled by myself at night
To get there my own underground way
(underground chambers now fallen in
or closed off by spiders
you can’t go that way again)
flat against the sky
hawk or buzzard, mistaken for eagle
until an osprey happens by
*
evenings the osprey go fishing over at the hatchery
uttering high-pitched eagle cries
*
at the cry
I looked first to the human
but it was impossible
it had to come from above
two osprey
turning wheels over the city
until an osprey happens by
*
evenings the osprey go fishing over at the hatchery
uttering high-pitched eagle cries
*
at the cry
I looked first to the human
but it was impossible
it had to come from above
two osprey
turning wheels over the city
Thursday, May 29, 2008
fellow light, so briefly shining
removed the gaze from her eyes
took the verve
and left us with this stiffness
this stillness
erect ears, body still clad
in perfect
we laid her in the ground
I have been reexamining
my attitude towards the ground
took the verve
and left us with this stiffness
this stillness
erect ears, body still clad
in perfect
we laid her in the ground
I have been reexamining
my attitude towards the ground
crow and raven notes
the tips of their wings
a little curl
sunlight with its long train
is shining on a glistening wet surface
*
young crow on asphalt, begging
following another
swinging its black tuxedo from side to side
*
crows to juvenile, a too-persistent child
still demanding to be fed
you can’t stay here
it’s a pair bond, not a benevolent society
*
cries building to this black confrontation,
feather-flap through branches and down into the grass
they are harassing their parents, begging raucously with open beaks
edge of the parking lot, in the puddle
one parent continues to fulfill his duty, wading in the water, showing them
here’s food
again I find myself asking the question
though I already know the answer
suppose one of theirs
won’t learn
a little curl
sunlight with its long train
is shining on a glistening wet surface
*
young crow on asphalt, begging
following another
swinging its black tuxedo from side to side
*
crows to juvenile, a too-persistent child
still demanding to be fed
you can’t stay here
it’s a pair bond, not a benevolent society
*
cries building to this black confrontation,
feather-flap through branches and down into the grass
they are harassing their parents, begging raucously with open beaks
edge of the parking lot, in the puddle
one parent continues to fulfill his duty, wading in the water, showing them
here’s food
again I find myself asking the question
though I already know the answer
suppose one of theirs
won’t learn
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
sleep-walking
dissolves the light
from the stained-glass windows
the clash of battle subsides
from the bottom of the staircase
flee the echoes
real morning shines through
the tunnel of doorways
reprieve--another—
for the murderess
surprised to wake innocent
among mirror glass, ceramic
stainless steel
from the stained-glass windows
the clash of battle subsides
from the bottom of the staircase
flee the echoes
real morning shines through
the tunnel of doorways
reprieve--another—
for the murderess
surprised to wake innocent
among mirror glass, ceramic
stainless steel
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
dreams, fears
alone in the house
while mother went dancing
night pushing black
against the midnight panes
fear looked in the window
with goat’s beard and long horns
stretch marks in the air--descending wires
a witch alighting in the trees
a force you cannot fight, or save yourself
cracks one day, shouts
deep in the leafy woods
sweating men and whipped horses
dragging tree trunks past the house
in heavy chains--gashed earth
the creek ran in mud
I dreamed my life was over
when giant logs turned, rolled over on the house
hauled not by horses, but enormous oxen
spike-horned, swaying in tandem
I followed them later, another dream
to revisit such a fear
but found them grazing in mellow sunshine
flowers dangling from their lips
while mother went dancing
night pushing black
against the midnight panes
fear looked in the window
with goat’s beard and long horns
stretch marks in the air--descending wires
a witch alighting in the trees
a force you cannot fight, or save yourself
cracks one day, shouts
deep in the leafy woods
sweating men and whipped horses
dragging tree trunks past the house
in heavy chains--gashed earth
the creek ran in mud
I dreamed my life was over
when giant logs turned, rolled over on the house
hauled not by horses, but enormous oxen
spike-horned, swaying in tandem
I followed them later, another dream
to revisit such a fear
but found them grazing in mellow sunshine
flowers dangling from their lips
sorting through some old dreams
I can tell the dogs have grown
since my daughter brought them here for me to tend
three tawny pups, the male lion-like with a short mane
In the long intervals between dream visits
I must have forgotten to feed them
Tired of waiting, they had gone to final sleep on the straw
I don’t want my daughter to find out!
since my daughter brought them here for me to tend
three tawny pups, the male lion-like with a short mane
In the long intervals between dream visits
I must have forgotten to feed them
Tired of waiting, they had gone to final sleep on the straw
I don’t want my daughter to find out!
Monday, May 26, 2008
lately
I’ve been dreaming of an ideal world
where the winner wins
and the losers are honored
for giving what they had
where the winner wins
and the losers are honored
for giving what they had
Sunday, May 25, 2008
taking action
she shrugged as she watched her losses accumulate
everything that was left
she began to fasten down with words
everything that was left
she began to fasten down with words
Swinging my arms
Walking the patchwork
of old concrete and new asphalt
over cracked geology
in the wilderness of houses
between the hills and the waters
I’m not lost
By now, the exhaust of the buses is nesting in my body
The wind from the sea blows both me and the weeds
busy taking back new native ground
of old concrete and new asphalt
over cracked geology
in the wilderness of houses
between the hills and the waters
I’m not lost
By now, the exhaust of the buses is nesting in my body
The wind from the sea blows both me and the weeds
busy taking back new native ground
Saturday, May 24, 2008
upon reflection
thanks be to the red dog who barked a warning
thanks to the hail of footfalls down the driveway
the man vaulting over the fence (flash of white hood and the red dog)
to the back fence, up and over
thanks to the policeman in blue who almost had him
breathing hard in the back yard
thanks be to the helicopter, circling
the sirens up and down the street
thanks to the warm bed, round pool of light
paper, the pen
thanks to the hail of footfalls down the driveway
the man vaulting over the fence (flash of white hood and the red dog)
to the back fence, up and over
thanks to the policeman in blue who almost had him
breathing hard in the back yard
thanks be to the helicopter, circling
the sirens up and down the street
thanks to the warm bed, round pool of light
paper, the pen
Sunday, May 18, 2008
reportage
the plants won’t grow
in the yard, the earth
tamped down below the level
of the walkways,
half buried plastic toys
cries, curses
another puppy, tied
new consolation child
*
incident
so much anger breaks a window
seeps into a neighbor’s house
*
An argument before the house
loud voices answering each other
belligerent with force and life
pull back in alarm and consternation
Mary, with her trust and lack of guile
disarms the fiercest mother
*
what distinguishes you from your neighbor--
you have electricity
something other than
shorts and t-shirts for the snow
you never scream at the children
get the fuck out of my room
“she’s not
minimalizing her life,
just poor”
in the yard, the earth
tamped down below the level
of the walkways,
half buried plastic toys
cries, curses
another puppy, tied
new consolation child
*
incident
so much anger breaks a window
seeps into a neighbor’s house
*
An argument before the house
loud voices answering each other
belligerent with force and life
pull back in alarm and consternation
Mary, with her trust and lack of guile
disarms the fiercest mother
*
what distinguishes you from your neighbor--
you have electricity
something other than
shorts and t-shirts for the snow
you never scream at the children
get the fuck out of my room
“she’s not
minimalizing her life,
just poor”
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
generation gap
in children stories, I could never
look the devils in the eye
but noted where they were
and turned two pages at once
my daughter keeps hers
on a shelf by her bed
so she can say
goodnight and good morning
look the devils in the eye
but noted where they were
and turned two pages at once
my daughter keeps hers
on a shelf by her bed
so she can say
goodnight and good morning
Monday, May 12, 2008
note to the halves
you don’t know what you want because
what you want doesn’t matter
life as an interpretation, as vision, as art
heroically carry
your life from a deep center
what you want doesn’t matter
life as an interpretation, as vision, as art
heroically carry
your life from a deep center
Saturday, May 10, 2008
the rewrite
born of woman so hard to take
better: springing intact from the forehead of a God
still better: a complete reversal: small loss to a man
of some insignificant part
rib, one of several
better: springing intact from the forehead of a God
still better: a complete reversal: small loss to a man
of some insignificant part
rib, one of several
Sunday, May 4, 2008
cat-in-arms
she liked to hook my robe with her claws
and lean back against my arm like a child,
exposing a neck of white plush
wiped herself down pre-nap on my desk
so she could go to sleep in the blue
plastic basket on the bills
and lean back against my arm like a child,
exposing a neck of white plush
wiped herself down pre-nap on my desk
so she could go to sleep in the blue
plastic basket on the bills
Friday, May 2, 2008
an only hen
top of the pecking order
expects me to fight for my position
it must be something good for you
administered with motherly intonations
a painful peck
makes do with the company she has
alternately squats, pecks, and begs for cheese
the god of hens dictates closely
does not allow one to choose
heaven or hell
top of the pecking order
expects me to fight for my position
it must be something good for you
administered with motherly intonations
a painful peck
makes do with the company she has
alternately squats, pecks, and begs for cheese
the god of hens dictates closely
does not allow one to choose
heaven or hell
Flees the night into the racoon-less space
the scruffy outside cat has taken to dashing between our legs
welcomes me into bed, running her little motor
welcomes me into bed, running her little motor
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
home sale dream
in her pastel living room, accented with fur
pick up any ornament,
squirrel, skunk or baby bear
and it is an animal, sitting still in its skin
stripes, tails, ears
among the houseplants, performing as décor
she is tired of them now
pick up any ornament,
squirrel, skunk or baby bear
and it is an animal, sitting still in its skin
stripes, tails, ears
among the houseplants, performing as décor
she is tired of them now
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Nye springs
listen carefully, he said
a rhythm has to beat somewhere in the music
but the water
overflows the pool and falls
divided overflows the stone
clearly in small arcs
falls white in foam
a rhythm has to beat somewhere in the music
but the water
overflows the pool and falls
divided overflows the stone
clearly in small arcs
falls white in foam
dream
Sometimes, and at the same time, an alongside child
is born from the first child’s left-over attributes
(It is always sleepy)
You don’t have to feed it, nor enroll it in school—
It’s an extra-curricular child.
is born from the first child’s left-over attributes
(It is always sleepy)
You don’t have to feed it, nor enroll it in school—
It’s an extra-curricular child.
proposal (for an art project?)
Take a truck carrying pipes
and fit them with reeds
Drive the highways, fluting
and fit them with reeds
Drive the highways, fluting
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
olympica
drove home from the station after midnight, happening upon
a pickup, haphazardly parked on the hill
and two young men ecstatic over their discovery—
below them, on a siding, bright and hot on the back of the train
the Olympic flame
being pulled unannounced, unknown through towns
on a special car, constructed to carry fire
blazing just for them, their personal flame
a pickup, haphazardly parked on the hill
and two young men ecstatic over their discovery—
below them, on a siding, bright and hot on the back of the train
the Olympic flame
being pulled unannounced, unknown through towns
on a special car, constructed to carry fire
blazing just for them, their personal flame
Monday, April 7, 2008
saw some cedar waxwings yesterday which reminded me
cedar waxwings
on the invisible staircases
between the pyracanthas and the oaks
masked popping berries
in the pyracantha's flames
shrill cries from the oak trees
necks craning, cheering the robbery
till the fire is extinguished
wing-storming past the house
a hard knock on the pane--
this one will not fly again
on the invisible staircases
between the pyracanthas and the oaks
masked popping berries
in the pyracantha's flames
shrill cries from the oak trees
necks craning, cheering the robbery
till the fire is extinguished
wing-storming past the house
a hard knock on the pane--
this one will not fly again
Thursday, April 3, 2008
unlike the artist
nature never gets tiredpainting centers in her flowers
that’s not all she does, that’s not all
the details continue
to the microscope’s highest magnification
(nature presented each flower with an I
to paint its own center in)
that’s not all she does, that’s not all
the details continue
to the microscope’s highest magnification
(nature presented each flower with an I
to paint its own center in)
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
jornaleros at the corner
passing all that standing and looking
it’s late
shading of eyes, craning of necks
kicking of curbs
passing all that hoping
it’s late
shading of eyes, craning of necks
kicking of curbs
passing all that hoping
viewpoint
The man in the wheelchair looks
over at the woman with the crippled hands
"How can she stand to live like this?"
over at the woman with the crippled hands
"How can she stand to live like this?"
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
all hens are redheads
the scrub jay by the garden gate
knows a bird when he sees one
lets the chicken walk right up to him
though all she's got left from molting
is one tail feather, behind
the chicken, red decorations on her face
her feet always dirty, from where she's been scratching
knows a bird when he sees one
lets the chicken walk right up to him
though all she's got left from molting
is one tail feather, behind
the chicken, red decorations on her face
her feet always dirty, from where she's been scratching
Monday, March 31, 2008
even in darkest woods
in the gloomy spaces
between tree trunks
flakes of light, hovering
here a slanting light shaft, broken
there a twig tip
triumphantly illuminated
between tree trunks
flakes of light, hovering
here a slanting light shaft, broken
there a twig tip
triumphantly illuminated
to predict
carsick, wedged in among travel bags and crates
peering from underneath canvas flaps on the truck (illegal)
on the way to the harbor and the SS Seven Seas
but not unhappy to be leaving
next school year they were going to teach us English
and I was sure I wouldn’t be able to learn
peering from underneath canvas flaps on the truck (illegal)
on the way to the harbor and the SS Seven Seas
but not unhappy to be leaving
next school year they were going to teach us English
and I was sure I wouldn’t be able to learn
Sunday, March 30, 2008
musical city
bring your flute, piano, organ, orchestra
play the pigeon notes
crowding the staff
of electrical wires over Fruitvale Avenue
to the motors, flapping tires, to the sirens
add your pigeon music
play the pigeon notes
crowding the staff
of electrical wires over Fruitvale Avenue
to the motors, flapping tires, to the sirens
add your pigeon music
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