Snow Moon
Fifties today,
rain by daybreak.
Unlike many,
I would welcome snow
and crisp biting cold
and wisps of cloud
across a sky
wrapped in stars,
winter clear.
In this year
of friend against friend
and bitter words,
the February thaw
unseasons.
There will be
more anger hurled
before dawn.
Fat Poets Speak
To discuss the Fat Poets Speak series of books of poems, published by Pearlsong Press
Monday, February 22, 2016
Tuesday, February 2, 2016
Dawn's Cute Cooties
Oh, beautiful Dawn.
Your cooties are beautiful, too.
Have you talked to them
and asked them
what they require?
A sonnet, a thought-provoking
read, a magic aria?
Do they revel in warmth
or especial coolness?
Do they respond to code
words, marking them off
as less tolerant?
Would they accept advice
from Facebook Friends
to find other cooties
and plan a cootie party
which would leave out
their host human?
Cooties: a word to the wise...!
Your cooties are beautiful, too.
Have you talked to them
and asked them
what they require?
A sonnet, a thought-provoking
read, a magic aria?
Do they revel in warmth
or especial coolness?
Do they respond to code
words, marking them off
as less tolerant?
Would they accept advice
from Facebook Friends
to find other cooties
and plan a cootie party
which would leave out
their host human?
Cooties: a word to the wise...!
Monday, January 18, 2016
The First Small Snow and Clouds
The First Small Snow and Clouds
Like sugar on crumb
or random fruit,
small snow marshmallows
short, brown grass
and wet green grass
You wouldn't think
that cold would abide
where there is no ice
and yet
the beads of melt
slick, then mesh
like spiders' homes
Across houses
just like each other
under snow clouds
that blanch them
into grey
more pleasant
than seventies
new
and bless them with
snow-quiet
possibilities
histories
Like sugar on crumb
or random fruit,
small snow marshmallows
short, brown grass
and wet green grass
You wouldn't think
that cold would abide
where there is no ice
and yet
the beads of melt
slick, then mesh
like spiders' homes
Across houses
just like each other
under snow clouds
that blanch them
into grey
more pleasant
than seventies
new
and bless them with
snow-quiet
possibilities
histories
Monday, January 11, 2016
Sunset (Painting by Vladimir D. Orlovsky)
Sunset (Painting by Vladimir D. Orlovsky)
Unspeakable red
surrounded by green blue
purple clouds
They may blot out
flame
but by that time winter
night will advance
and the grey beige
house
toward the back
will come shadow
on the vast
somber land
suggested and unshaped
by snow
Unspeakable red
surrounded by green blue
purple clouds
They may blot out
flame
but by that time winter
night will advance
and the grey beige
house
toward the back
will come shadow
on the vast
somber land
suggested and unshaped
by snow
Monday, January 4, 2016
Song for Winter
Song for Winter
I like
hard ground
just short of frost
grey-white-brown and solid
to push my storm jacketed
self through
the wind
and eyeball
completely bare
branches shearing
up to the sky
Way too spiky
to measure.
Saturday, December 12, 2015
Sweet Potato and Cream Cheese Pie
Sweet Potato and Cream Cheese Pie
The most amazing light orange,
just off peach,
but proclaiming itself
by the light swirl
because after all...cream cheese.
Sweet potato eases in
like a fine morning
and even though it's supposed
to be winter,
it plays the pie
like a hint of summer
and spice,
Dream of something
soft
almost flies down
teaches your stomach
how to say yes
in southern
even though you live
near New York.
The most amazing light orange,
just off peach,
but proclaiming itself
by the light swirl
because after all...cream cheese.
Sweet potato eases in
like a fine morning
and even though it's supposed
to be winter,
it plays the pie
like a hint of summer
and spice,
Dream of something
soft
almost flies down
teaches your stomach
how to say yes
in southern
even though you live
near New York.
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
As a Duck
As a Duck
As a duck,
I would have
several ducklings
and explain to them
that they should stay
under my wings
or next to me
because, I would say,
you never know
when some bully
will decide to
create a signature dish
with orange sauce
or infused seitan.
I would explain
to my duck husband
that it would please me
no end
if he would sing me
to sleep
in several duck languages.
I would then dream
of ponds forming
after rain
and running
hourly with new
streams
under our curled toes.
And, to celebrate
my ducklings' new knowledge
in
our season of blessed flight,
we would all
summer back
to the same place
each early, safe blue
July.
As a duck,
I would have
several ducklings
and explain to them
that they should stay
under my wings
or next to me
because, I would say,
you never know
when some bully
will decide to
create a signature dish
with orange sauce
or infused seitan.
I would explain
to my duck husband
that it would please me
no end
if he would sing me
to sleep
in several duck languages.
I would then dream
of ponds forming
after rain
and running
hourly with new
streams
under our curled toes.
And, to celebrate
my ducklings' new knowledge
in
our season of blessed flight,
we would all
summer back
to the same place
each early, safe blue
July.
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