Late Season Pruning

Trellis of his beauty, she— A God, he created her in the image of— [woman, women: bits                         and pieces] She is his flower garden. He plants his roses,             he cultivates. Ivy climbs across her back, wrapping around             her sides in formal array. She sobs for his beauty. Irises upon irises, violet. She…

Angel Wings and the Man I Love

This day the angels failed to spread their wings, this night the stars fade to black. Morning will come with no indication, no hint of salvation. This day the birds had no song to sing, this night prayers whispered toward Heaven fell back. And Morning, she slipped past, the echo of a laugh. This day…

girl in a coma

I: the mother                        I sit by your side as sleep blossoms                        within you, unfolding like a morning glory at dawn. Long ago                        the doctors sent you home. Friends no longer                        come to visit; they have children                        of their own to care for.  twenty-nine years                        you have lain here. never…

closer than they appear

I watch you watch life through the rear view mirror not knowing what you’ve seen until it has passed and only then a backward reflection I watch you watch us fading into the distance looking passed our future never knowing I was left behind, lost in your blind spot I watch you leave and know…

Courtyard of my Dreams

I stood before you my soul naked. And you embraced all my faults and sorrows loving, accepting. There have been times in my life when I thought I would love no one not even myself. But then I found you standing in the Courtyard of my Dreams full of wild flowers in bloom, your shirt…

revelation

And you said, You and I as a couple are as ironic as Mother Teresa with a photon gun. I said, “Oh, I know.  You are so handsome, so witty and you really have your shit together.” I guess it wasn’t funny. A two year old letter read and reread countless times lies on the…

summer’s slow retreat

I that final summer we spent our nights on the pier, the moonlight bathing the water with its cool hands. night sounds, frogs humming and burping, crickets, and water slapping rocks serenading us. long hours lost in eternal embrace, caresses without end, daylight hours, too, passed in hide-and-seek cornfields. ski trips and trains marked our…

boyfriend

your eyes are a pale-green altar. a torture device of worship, love. I hide my face when I look at you and see my own inadequacies, complicities to the war-torn vestige of our former years. Poisonous memories choke my throat and I cry tears, a sacrifice.

A Day with a Universal God

Listen for my voice in the crashing waves, And in the call of the wild wind, You can hear it there, too. I am the monk locked in silent solitude, I am the crying infant. Listen for my voice in your favorite melody, in a child’s rhyme. My voice is as endless as the seas….

Consciousness of a Flat Planet

                She wants to float above him, beyond his reach. As he splits the water with his sleek form, the specter of his voice echoes around her. Washed by his waves, she lulls her head toward the stars. Obscured by a canopy of gray mist, the stars dance a…