Sunday, April 23, 2017

The Island Never Far

The island was never far off
with its volcano and other personalities
I would dream of it often
and it was like a visit except without
all the time involved just up close
not distant like this worry I have
about what to send with him on his trip
to see the bohemian what provisions
could he offer her even if her story
is going unnoticed I thought it would
turn into a book by now not more
waiting for the next stroke of luck

Friday, April 21, 2017

Honey Crisp

In my dream I was eating an apple
where the eggshell was left behind

where you basically told me
you love me it was a Cox Orange

and not Honey Crisp (organic)
in my grip what I could handle

awareness like a coat to shrug off
and on because of all the material

whirl pooling around swans now
so long ago that it will happen

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

The Only Time

It never stands still like they say
So what if the mention of it is redundant
Inside my yawn is a growl so fed it
The plan is for longer than what
That time I almost died felt like a plug
slowly being pulled away from its wall
I was the wall and I was the plug
Nothing now is remotely like that
the only time I think of this
is you know where it begins with M
It is a hanging floor or a balcony
of sorts that is my understanding

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Easter Darkness

Easter came and went
Monday and Tuesday were also
Easter even though it was over
it will never be over that Easter
lingering in the dark

The girl in that get-up
so like me and her sister also
all girls on Easter plus the baskets

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Easter Lightning

Easter lightning just in from the dark
just beside rain and its sheets
Slicing away the curtain
from the pane so the Flowers of Easter
Glow more and become more
or less what happened
the past hours during your nap
dreams of freshly mown grass

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Oh The Memories

I remember that curly Easter
just slightly surreal

a fantastic wind up from Hawi
taking us to round to Kona
guests of the snow queen
and her tilting domain

mangoes littering the curves
and aloe overgrown at the beach park

I remember the jacaranda
resting on fences
just before you get to the art

Friday, April 14, 2017

To My Far Off Love

You could not be any closer
but the windowsill waits
for daybreak for midnight dust
all the stars flattening

Because there is no container
large enough for this coincidence
an ebony horse chases an alligator
up a short slope its body not like
a horse at all but like a drawing
of a horse the caption reads:
horses do not like reptiles

But I love you my belly my hooves
through grasses along the bank
where am I crawling
where am I nearly
both and nothing

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Under The Trance Of The Insects

But they did not could not understand
my language and theirs almost chemical
mechanical adjustments staring
dust sweat in the dim faulty overhead

mezzanine not the one I thought
the real one the true one
that traps you blind

Days hours heartwrenching minutes
before break and the welcome sight
Of the vending machine

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

The Motions

Am I going through the motions
Or are the motions going through me?

Tables, fluorescent beams
Rough scuttles
The moon
grey German cement.

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Smell Of The Lilac

I saw one in the courtyarD
Of the Old BijoU
so what would it take mY
mind to be thaT do be so
lovely performing inside aiR
How to rate no how to rare

That triP we took across the county
just back froM the orchard
how Tina was in charge of countinG
all the miles and Dad quite pleased

Someone please come get me
My poems are growinG colD
thinking of my taxeS not thinking

Monday, April 10, 2017

Moon Drift

(moon drifting to another moon)

My time told them clocks
I said hurry to be picked up
wait for all the rest

In a pinch your brain is plastic
do not eat all that farmed fish
do not forget what the dunes
whispering they took their share

Will I stick with weaving?
or will I be so bold
as to investigate
carving, metals, and lines

Is life all cut-ups
dreaming of assemblage
round as fingernails
with shadows underneath

Sunday, April 9, 2017

A Closed Hand

Does not open does not bite
rain in this weather the queen melting
large tears so this was the shard
it was the rose and the thing we shared
back then it just was frozen like this
so what do you say to more
know the chances are telling us

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Trot, Stroll, Walk

In different light
the endless looking
see how far we've come
just round the bend
and now we're modern

inside my cuff
it is butter
it is heavy

Thursday, April 6, 2017

A Mysterious Stain

A mysterious stain is dancing
with what looks like
a probate court reject
living on borrowed time

Until now the funniest thing
she said she thought it was us
Opera singing on the radio
Coming from the other room
In the house we rented
At the salty edge
of a great wilderness

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Whisperings At The Seance

Willows are the air
she's tucked into
near the Coburg hills
early morning
signs all around
saying be well
and do well here
before picking up
all the sticks
that are falling
and flowering
just about now.

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

The Missing Mezzanine

I thought I had placed it just so
between third and fourth
yesterday when I was
community minded and jotting down
my plans for a cube--

one centimeter ago
everything was red.

The project could not fail
because everything was riding
on it especially the in between
where I spoke to the planet
asked for it to return
to its normal self
and not all this funny business.

Monday, April 3, 2017

Revenge Of The Empty Decanter

Half empty or half full
is how the saying goes
but not around here
it is half half
all the way
to the corner
scuff marks.
they say
there are so many
more of us.

Sunday, April 2, 2017

Curse Of The Scrimshaw Pendant

Just around the corner
with nothing nowhere
I had my adventure
all in waves.

Pushing the heavy cart
it weighs a ton
my neglect was what
I was wearing.

There are stories
many like this
just look and see
silence will tell.

That scrimshaw necklace
my scratched up friend
been with me
all this time.

Roll roll I sing
dull dull they say
it can't be long now
that hour.


Saturday, April 1, 2017


The witch blows in brings luck
despite all the smoke
those shoeless steps
creeping along the stage--

remembering. Single spacing
could be the key but what
have we here

more bulbs to plant
alongside the ivy
and that yellow cover.

Today I'll get up
with my meditation
forget all plans
when planting.

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Adding And Subtracting

It all adds up
even inside the cavern
I polish and polish
until it's a mirror
and my mind
a furry creature
comforting me
with low growls

The subtracting
counts backwards
each step is measured
in clock time
illuminating the inside
of this large capacity

Monday, March 27, 2017

Big Show

To be fair hauling around the swish
sheen led thoughts and looking in the mirror
at the dish-faced animal
will be haunting me
for thousands

Time hangs around
waiting to be noticed
I hear its impatience

Sunday, March 26, 2017

Four Corner Madness

Once I was lost out there on my turquoise bike
looking for the buttes which were not to be seen
on the horizon there wasn't any and that was when
I was truly lost for a few hours in the dark and rain
now I know this is over by where a new path runs
right along the boulevard that bike long gone from
when I worked at the deli and some goons took it
ran it over in their car for fun them and their losers

It is not my home but I've tried to make it homey
with primroses in front of our door along with sage
lavender and a rose that does not do well although
it should the smell of the river and blossoms
driving me nearly mad each time I step outside
because that is where home announces itself
no matter which part of town there is dogwood
maybe daffodils have a scent it is mostly willows

Friday, March 24, 2017

Each Spot

A different spot so let me record it
already thinking of how they raised me
to be knowing them
so how would this be if I call out
hear their small answering
in leaves in scratches
along the cave wall

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Already Sad

Sad love gone to sadness in the day
Night strange for wanting happiness
Around each corner even the library
Edges and corners especially the breezy exit
Where someone keeps passing
Monitoring every move
peace with breathing and breath
Didn't this happen so many times before?
What makes it different now?

Monday, March 20, 2017

Moving The Myrtle Aside

The great verbs of the sea
Chime into our conversation
days and their rust
what hands can hold
What shoulders can bear

In the cozy spaces noir
Really means the world
of eclipse of noticing the light

Sunday, March 19, 2017

Wasn't Old

More than a thousand miles
Four hundred meters twice

husky that celebration
pajama a bowl of fruit

We escaped with our lives
Out of the icy neighborhood

Please clap someone please clap
Value and that takes guts

Stepping down and taking over
In the first place next season

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Short Term

Tiny buildings made of paper and wood
Foam core cuttings
A penny
Quarters I save then forget about
All piled in the dumpster
There is no argument
Dog hair looking like
There is a lot to clean up
Make it Sauber would you
Could you do this all again?

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Daemmerung: Plan Oblique

"A" is the only choice
Plan B quite well known
but then there is this one
which is not a choice at all

Sunday, March 12, 2017

My Reckless Moment

Geometric shadows informed my night
Mezzanine so dim except for the studios
Their color wheels were aching to be touched
to be put out of their misery

But not by yours truly I am no patsy
Yes I see it was all a set-up and even now
There is no right no wrong in this world

I reached for the glass for the windows
my hand wrapped in a saturated cloth

My motions were quite usual
they were psychotic
round and around
up and down

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Altogether Elsewhere

the planet turns toward their fur soft bristles full of dust and grease short shine short life on long legs we ate the rice pies shaped like shoes small canoes or leaves much concern about the rugs about the mill and the dock where Seija and I swam I studied their hands summers gripping wood buckets of berries and mushrooms

Friday, March 10, 2017

I Will Kill

The messy Crasin eater has left the building but those sticky somethings tell me nothing more about the cement Put away your condolences night is ever interesting under investigation my heart getting fooled Some say they are looking others know what they found I am not telling the shadows underneath fluorescence

Thursday, March 9, 2017

Strings Of Desire

I wrote my poem and said my bit there was lots of backfire burning down torches I kept lighting and letting the wind get to them those Ravens they all call crows went back up to their nests their roosts and I held onto an egg I cracked it open one hand like I had been reading about a heavy stone from the Columbia now where I can get to it real quick the pocket of my vest so surprising that picture of the light strings weaving electricity into the sky

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Something Tells Me

I left the bucket in another place Mop all alone but knowing what was next So what if I forgot the gum spray And the putty knife The lab doesn't deserve The white linoleum so difficult to turn your back Under the circumstances

Sunday, March 5, 2017

Silver Sax

I listened as much as I could until it was good and over with but still the feeling did not leave worse yet that idea wasn't even one I could tell about much less describe how to include pillows and wool blanket into the scene So I could finally understand where all this was leading

Thursday, March 2, 2017

With Nothing To Say

I listen to the train It will speak for me I listen to the partridge To the day and day's ending On into the night and into ecstasy Of the routine slightly changing

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Back To Now

The buildings showed her the timeless night Punctuated by the train offering its run its run-on Sentences its lack of punctuation because it was A dash a euphemism A metaphor in its noise She heard and sometimes didn't until it was Long gone mostly South and into the next county Where there is less but more winter more foothills Please know there are lines here just listen

Monday, February 27, 2017

I Remembered

Then I promptly forgot the islands Their breezes dead from so far away Only the moon seemed the same when squinting And that was quite a stretch anyway up against the foothills Springtime snows were trying their best imitations of a winter Long past due

Sunday, February 26, 2017

It Was New

Whatever happened there was new each day. A small pile of debris would be where the area was clear the night before. The same chairs and tables. Stools. That coin and that pencil. There could be detected in the air a slight noise like shifting or shuffling. It was the camera and what was supposed to be a smoke alarm. Of course no fire would occur in the cement building. Dust was the main problem plus shed skin and hair. Fingerprints. Gum. All the fast food containers littering the cans too narrow too geometric to imagine those meals only holding them against the plastic bag becoming less fresh with each passing hour how could it be when it was changed so often so the smell would be gone making way for fresh air inside is a desert now and the empty barbershop chairs brought over from the E.M.U. sit empty and waiting and heavy.

Saturday, February 25, 2017

The Decision

Thankful for the small pleasures of routine, I got on a Prussian blue horse to ride to the lonely Sunset Opera Pink which was across town, and a place I could walk to, but I decided it would be faster this way and I wouldn’t be late. There were some problems at the door and I had to swipe my own card, not follow anyone in on theirs: security was that tight. A guy even pushed me away when I tried to follow him in, thinking he was one of us, but he wasn’t, even though he worked there, too. I said, don’t touch me as he basically shut the door on me and once underground, I turned into permanent alizarin crimson because Terre Verte had been listening a few feet away. Wasn’t anything private anymore? Was this caught on a hidden camera, as well, Cascade Green and English Red Earth probably having themselves a fine chuckle at this very minute. Hey, hello, I said to my friend (also transparent) whose name was Anthraquinoid Scarlet. He told me a story about Smalt Genuine and it was a whopper. But I wasn’t listening. I was beginning to develop a small crush on Moonglow who was now walking with Viridian (again) when they met at the corner, the one painted Rare Green Earth with Lunar Black. I thought of Mars Yellow, floating down the hallway with only my implements. I moved this way and that. Payne’s Gray shone behind the widows and I thought, yes, that’s why I am here, that’s what draws me again and again. Pompei Red and Buff Titanium. Their stations made their small sounds echo in the large space.

Monday, February 20, 2017

Me & My LOL

Us that was and is Shadowy behind the drops One daffodil one slick spot. Roethke waking to Spring. Sky glowing upwards undulations. This is what I feel. Always.

Sunday, February 19, 2017

So Wait

So wait she said there's time for that Because the mist and fog are first choose to be among them living What I viewed was flat Trees hung out their lace Listening for more rain Roethke's rain not mine Waltzing around the hall Digging in its roots Where weather does not touch

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Folding And Unfolding

Yes remember when they walked so fast To the blood borne pathogens training And you could barely keep up Over to facilities that was lucky Because they let go the big one Just for that you get daffodils In a three inch pot and the cherry pastry They sell at The Kiva just for this day His run will be easier tonight just think Only a few more before you can get back To yours and all that architecture All that language

Sunday, February 12, 2017

All Told

I told him about the rain but didn't use the word rain in anything or so I thought I told him to be wonderful but that was already true Did it mean anything all these tellings all added up together The sky is clear what of it tell me again that it is blue because when they kick you off the mezzanine they kick you off for the good of the building or so the story goes I forgot two days or two weeks

Thursday, February 9, 2017

Und So Weiter

Weiter und weit weg. I can hear it if I listen close to my ears that buzzing what is happening to them

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Day Before Tomorrow

They say good morning when actually it is barely night Moon can you tell me about all your owls Please look don't listen to the small beads falling they are from the necklaces dropping down the mountains That's what they say before all the cleaning That's what they mean clearing night away

Saturday, February 4, 2017

The Questions And My Answers

The questions bothered me but not like before Idaho and all could wait forever for a thaw but this valley is ready for spring and all its promises so what if waiting has seemed like forever dripping into the muck which becomes soil and is supposed to be good

Thursday, February 2, 2017

Irrational Red Closet

Purpose? Ask the stairs Six and propose a change Ha ha very funny not around here This little red closet is yours not only for emergencies So you know keep a list Not about the cases but about the gloves

Wednesday, February 1, 2017


I was a little weepy when he brushed me off at the elevator again his brusque answer with snide sideways humiliation all I was asking was how is it going and I should know by now this is not something to ask in the middle of the night just back from the Mezzanine so what if he then asked for my dust mop head in order to sew the end then I noticed all of them had those short fat stiches

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Before And After

I didn't know all the ins and outs Still closing my mind to driving it around only in town So what have we here Mistakes making it rain regret Looking forward to the thank yous I will mouth in the frozen countryside where I long to be Where I am longing

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Your Guess

Is good and maybe true about the wires. Sure. Necessary. For the machines. What about the rest of it resting, okay, not resting. There is no switch to off. I looked and looked. What I could see, well the only thing was a rule of blinking or not blinking because of missing.

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Floors And Stairs

Plants grow tall in the light. The lamp is another reminder. I missed the place altogether. What happened beams were bright and the moon slipping away I was too embarrassed to believe I made a mistake. Now is ridiculous so don't tell anybody after. All.

Friday, January 20, 2017

My Electricity

Just every time the breeze came up how it was changing being changed Now there is another part saying small fast small fast blinking And what of each day a personality leaving it behind for the moon What I told myself was panic what actually happened was slower It might be awhile because the cord the cord is attached

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Color Wheel Mind

Back then I did not mind the cold Not like now What escapes we've had Into the Siuslaw Das Auto The golden chain is not mine Come back We will have fun Go ahead There is no following

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Amsel Drossel Fink Und Star

The winter was real this time and fear lit up the bleak water small seeds of hate and berries of love were disappearing fast and melting into calendar months pages marked up pacing folding and calling it quits each twelve hours I wrote down the miles of scratching and I poured more water into their shallow bath

Monday, January 16, 2017

Our Family Adventure

Please take out the trash. I'll meet you in the car. Make sure you lock the door. I know we're a little late. There is not enough time. It's my turn to talk. I thought you went to bed. 60 Minutes is on right now. I never really knew you. After all these years. Let's oil our eyebrows. Let's bring in more wood.

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Everything Electric

She said yes too easily and too soon all the plugs available a map too bright back lit by unknown spaces Events she would dream about last days going forward backwards

Saturday, January 14, 2017

It Thickens

Eventual trees Two centuries from now Still growing Peaceful grove Shade and sun Everything breathing That's where I'll be Looking at the pages Fingering their leaves Where you took my hand Even though I got kicked Out of the compound Beyond the forest Is the sunny meadow Its sweetness overwhelming There is the small brook Running clear and cold Feel it feel it endless

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Sweet Vegetarian Pemmican

Honey can be used as a binding agent in this recipe just add raisins berries and what have you to ground nuts allowing for refrigeration. The best survival food. Made for distances and enduring all kinds of weather.

Monday, January 9, 2017

Lenticular Life

I noticed something happening just above My thought was second after the first Tree in the middle of the lot How the oaks dance their lace On the edges of the muddy river Too full and filling Does this time creeping by Sideswipe Plato's cave

Sunday, January 8, 2017

What I Was

I found what I was looking for even though I thought I lost it. There it was in my belongings when I dug down a little. I thought I had moved on, well I did! I got those other hats. They are warm too, fitting just right.

Friday, January 6, 2017

Dream Big

I was supposed to manage the store but the others didn't let me really. After the bombing and before the bombing I could never be the same person again so I dreamed big and went to Mannheim and stayed there a year night classes the start of America shorthand typing.

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

All We Had

All we had to do was keep walking into the new day and keep our heads up. Kopf hoch. Nase hoch. We were the orphans called Waisenkinder. We came from shoemakers church decorators like icing on a cake. We asked the sparrows to be friends maybe they would think about it get back to us later on the subject. Hold my hand for just a little moment. You belong to the world.

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Das Essen

The food bothered her more than anything. Too much of it at once (would make everyone sick?). She shunned it like she didn't have a body. She didn't need it want it. Desperate. To live. Showing up at the table, later. A few bites. She had to bring home a slop bucket they ate from grateful to the leftovers from the nuns. They were the only orphans in the town so everyone said.

Monday, January 2, 2017


It is alright. Even the double space I changed to single. We'll see if it is accepted by the second overcoat or the fancy painting. Either or. My braid didn't go over so well even though it was the best one yet. I dumped in the cardamom.

Sunday, January 1, 2017

Supposed To

We looked for it endlessly with millions of others looking up. What was a huge star and the moon. Did this mean something beyond cinnamon cardamom making a face staring right back at the memory. You're supposed to let go. Let it burn down to embers maybe stirring up sparks later creating new heat out of the old. We put our minds to it and swore up and down. This passed by too soon and then I was asking my questions dreams answering back with more.