The Yellow Sweater Typography and type face,point size, leading and line length.I adjust the spaces between your words, to make sense of the meaning.The words are there like the yellow sweater tangling at the foot of our bedthe night we make love.The sweater twists in our feet, jams in the sheets,tangles in the edge of [...]
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The Yellow Sweater
Posted in My Poems, Poem of the day on 14 March 2012 | Leave a Comment »
Poem of the day, July 24 2011
Posted in My Poems, Poem of the day on 23 July 2011 | Leave a Comment »
The Triggering Town All things belong to the music of guns, after you’ve put one to your chest and pulled the trigger. It initiates everything else in your life — who you love where you work what you eat where you live. It is the one thing you can depend on, closed around that wound [...]
Poem of the day, July 15 2011
Posted in My Poems, Poem of the day on 15 July 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Cracked Marble A desk,sturdy, usefulfixed in one spot, used to write letters. When can I return to you,the letters say, and the desk remains unmoved.I can shove you around, I say,love, lust, desire, devotion,all written here. I can move you to another room. The desk and I live in a neighborhoodsplit in half like a [...]
Poem of the day, June 17 2011
Posted in My Poems, Poem of the day on 17 June 2011 | Leave a Comment »
So much dependsupon a red carnation budding in a blue vase beside the whitetea kettle.
On Telling My Mother I Want To Be A Poet
Posted in My Poems, Poem of the day on 6 April 2011 | Leave a Comment »
How useless, she says.Later, we are unfolding a tableclothpulled from the top drawer of our bureau. The tablecloth is mostly whitewith blue embroidered edgessewn by my grandmother. It has spent fifty years as a family relicsmoothed out for lunchtime teas and family dinners. Flowers are useless too, I think, but can you imagine the world [...]
Convent of the Little Sisters
Posted in My Poems, Poem of the day on 6 April 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Like so many women scattered throughout the citywho walk their dogs each night, my life is a successive circleof turns through stained grass.We are linked to each other through a cradleof home owner’s associations and fitness clubs. Each night the water pours into our bathtubs or gathers in machinesaround clothes or dishes then spins back [...]
The Victorian Doll House
Posted in My Poems, Poem of the day on 29 March 2011 | Leave a Comment »
for the anniversary of my mother’s death When I was a child, my mother gave mea miniature dollhouse about three-feet high, with miniature furniture and people.I would lie on the floor and look through the windows,imagining I was small enough to fit in the rooms. The house had real lights, and sometimes at nightI would [...]
The Cats Will Know
Posted in My Poems, Poem of the day on 24 March 2011 | Leave a Comment »
In Response to Cesare Pavese’s Poem The Cats Will Know Ci saranno altri giorni, altre voci e risvegli. Earth flows away from me,the cats will know. Earth flows away from meand the sun is waving in the skyand the people see mestanding aloneand they are worn out from waiting. I am worn out from waiting [...]
Poem of the day, Jan. 28 2011
Posted in My Poems, Poem of the day on 28 January 2011 | Leave a Comment »
No matter what I say, you say No matter what I say, you saymy intention was always to leave. You sum it up in wordsmore articulate than ink. Much faster than I can begin,you pluck the words you think. I become the drunken janitorswaying on her feet. It is to that cup sitting there I [...]
Poem of the day, Jan. 18 2011
Posted in My Poems, Poem of the day on 18 January 2011 | Leave a Comment »
the letter e It’s not the words that bother me,it’s all this dust flaking off the edge of my mother’s lettersdecayed in a water-stained box, the letter e laying in the middle of the floorno longer connected to anyon-
