poetry

abandoned poems

A Beautiful Thing

I want to roll in this moment until I become its vocabulary
until I smell like the bones
until I am its echo…

Despairathon

You’ve spent a lifetime training
for this.

Unerased | Steep Steps

My grandmother asked, “Does it feel like being widowed?”

My Multiverses

It is the 70s. 1970s? 2570s? Who knows?
Audre and I have a penthouse in New York.

Vase

The storm passes without snow.
The car waits loyally in the back lot.

Letter To a Young Poet

Do not say anything anybody else has said ever. Things are not “bleached by sun.”

appetites

you quit wearing pants
loaf around your yard
in hole-nipped panties

I Garden at the Edge of Autumn

There is so little left of the tomato plants.

Snow Falls from Branches

Should have found a job by now; should have slept in the night;
should have boiled old coffee before noon.

Dear Deer in the Compost Pile

I tap at the alphabet while a single deer
taps at the dirt beyond the brush
on the far side of the tree line.

Black Ghosts of Ponderosa on a Silhouette of Hill

Even as the sun warms the concrete
the long nights’ sensual cold lingers in my clothes.

A Way of Seeing

Just starlight and some small scribbling across vinyl.

Clueless & Briefly Gorgeous

I buy too much, for someone of my stature.
could pawn a skinny metaphor to purchase a plump skin.
its reputed in our lineage— to daydream a life that shreds our pockets.

Mom, in Her Dementia, Steals Oranges

and apples, mackintosh mostly, but any kind left in The Pub
at the Assisted Living Place

The State School 1984 His Given Name Was Wilbur  We Called Him Magpie

Mostly he ate what was put on his plate
snuck coffee grounds or dirt for a snack
Once a zipper Unzipped

Back Suplex

Gravel-scatted hell &
we were blessed to be able
to hold on for even a heartbeat

necromancer woman, witch woman

In my universe, my arm carries a heart and flowers,
my back a misguided quote

“Artifact,” as Translated from Gluberhöff’s Lexicon

Any still figure at mid-late evening, when the long shadows make even crumbs appear arranged like furniture.

An Endeavor of Being Now

We stop doing dishes while
a mile unwinds
from the tree outside.