Sunday, November 10, 2013

Untitled Love Poem

Inspired by "If You Forget Me" by Pablo Neruda

Oh, we are passionate,
you, I, good molten
pour over and change the landscapes of grooves
in our souls, cruelties endured from
harsh weather of loves past

Oh, we are passionate,
you, I, bad molten
pour over, deepen grooves in our hearts
familiar pains, cruelties endured from
harsh weather of hurts past   
You are the storm that I seek, magnanimous, consuming
your predictability in shape,
the shelter of your wind brushes my skin, polishes me, lifts and
I surrender to the flood that is you,
destroying haunts long abandoned and useless,
you smooth rough terrain, fill grooves from
harsh weather left from salty tears past

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

As much as you can

hundreds of unsaid affections
stack up over seasons
hearty mirth flows
hands firmly cup,
seeking limbs fasten
familiar when locked, hungry
overgrown hummingbird drinks from
thirteen rubies on the lush shrub
useless leaves shed as the stack bursts safely into
nook of his neck

Sunday, July 28, 2013

Eyelashes, scarves, salty air, curly hair

The earth has gone around the sun 21 times without her.  My career changed, I had another child, motherhood made me cry and I couldn't pick up the phone and call.  There's been nowhere to stop by for a visit.

Answering machines were new back then.  Today, I'd probably get her a cell phone and set up her email and Facebook, even if she didn't use them.

We would pack a bag and I'd drive up the coast.  She'd enjoy the way the sun covers the water so completely, they're one in the same. 

We'd stop at The Country Mart and sit at the park talking. She'd shake her head "no" in disapproval at the super thin women in yoga pants and the middle aged men with dyed hair. I'd take pics and tag her.  We'd get clam chowder a block away from my place.  The stairs would be challenging.

I'd make her bed and leave the shades open. She'd see the squid boats lit like a small village and hear the waves dancing on the shore.  I might crawl into bed with her.  She'd open her arm and then pull me close.  I'd try not to move all night.

Monday, March 25, 2013

Time is the essence

Sand and salt water caress them
inside of kissing breezes
Calming mouth sleeps close and 
barrel chest a veil from elements, caring
arms lull,
cradle them both into deep slumber
Nest in the corner of pacific blue hearts, 
city oxygen 
floods until
they bleed red

she longs in black and white, and

prays, a silent siren east
sun pierces through haze
silver mercurial liquid engulfs the shore and
pacific blue heart 

Saturday, February 16, 2013


One balmy morning, the scent of his skin will be
on most of your things

you'll move your body in routine and
remember he was there

he'll drive away and alone, you'll lay yourself down
in the linger, when

he'll call, and together you'll listen to
a saxophone and lyrics

from your favorite high school dance, when your future was hopeful
for the end of the night and

the chance for your heart to remember
where he was on a balmy morning

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Flu bye

I need to write and work on my home
clean every closet and some drawers, arrange clothes by colors, mostly black

I need to purge old papers
do 10 loads of laundry, find someone else to fold and arrange in my full red dresser

I need to groom my dog and send emails
arrange my contacts into groups, make requests and keep my promises

Missing him, I take a pic of the sunrise and text it
A hard line brings his warm voice to me, it cups
my ear turned cold from just one night away

Daughter awakes, breakfast and she twirls
for today's wardrobe approval and I nod and smile
"Only you can pull that off"

Late and calm this morning
hearts breathe steady through mouths turned up at the corners
Having is better than needing