poetry. thoughts and more than make-believe.

Thursday, May 31, 2007

and i thought
about the horse
horseman
(a.k.a cowboy)
standing on the corner
going into the base
where someone called it
the alaskan pipeline
and how he just lets
his horse eat
and he rests
wearing
big ole boots
horseman hat
and how i
still half laugh
about signs
him standing next to
the curvey arrow
when i
see them

curving curvey curve

out
land
inthemiddleofthe
ofthe
white line
gravel road
green grass
curving
curvey
curve
thehorse
on Evanston
stood
watching
she
I
walkaroundthe
curvingcurveycurve

and we stopped
at their white
notpicketfence
and called her over

nosepet
horseeyes
telling us
its lonely on the corner
eating four leaf clover
a
l
l
day

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

This Memorial Day was one of the first for a time that the girls and I didn't all go out to the cemetary. One did. Rode her bike with her friend. I stood at the curb remembering my picture at work. I'm holding the youngest while the other two stood beside me, looking at the camera--into the sun. That was before going to the cemetary. There really were only a few years going. Walking. Maybe next year, but maybe not.

Sunday, May 27, 2007

time for

the time for
baby blackbirds
walking across
who ya on the phone with
and baby robins
munching on
where's my mommy thoughts

the time for
broken grassblades
and smells of wet mud

the time for
sleepless leg backbreaking humidity nights

the
i
m
each
a
s

swallow
swollow
a
i
dear girl
to
u
tside
rambles and find the time for

Friday, May 25, 2007

because my eyes
wouldn't shut
shut
shut
shut
sleep invited me to the
other end of the bed.

i layed
gazing thru the front screen
staring thru the willow tree
remember how bright the
streetlight seemed when
first laying here
now noticing not much.

how i wanted to put the
bed right in the front
under the window
but worried light would creep
creep
creep
creep
in too much or somehow
would slip
slop
slip
out
down the curb
around twisty corners.

last nites
kept me remembering
breathing in crisp spring breezes
wish
wash
wish
letting me almost slip
slop
slip away--

And then I fell asleep.

make be lie ve ry (make believe) very

light up
firecracker bulbs
skitskat
on the sidewalk chalk
make
be
lie
ve ry
who's city is this
and i know this person and that
till you stoooop
and what small town do you
breathe your first
wake up smell
do you
coffee
tea
me and then the dream man
SHOUTS
you could just wake up
after nites
peeking
peering
windows without screens
looking at
make
be
lie
ve ry babes
And to think
a momentary lapse of
who's crazy
who's sane
in
out
upside
down
playing
make
be
lie
ve ry onto the next
devil in the sandbox
blue
red your mascot changes
like her sheets
and I knew the threadcount was high
thinking high threadcount
counts
again
wonder
ing as completely cover
ing her mattress
close off
if thats pulling at seams
closure
deadend road
firecracker jumper
make
be
lie
ve ry blue skies jumps
and sledding on sunny days

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

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cast
away

om

pale green
forest ceiling
trees
call
cascade
uphighuptakemeaway

twisting
square your hips more
thiswaythat

shuffledwood
floor wraps
old dance stages

sing the praises
om
p
e
n
ing clos

namaste

brainap
y
o
gannagoagain

Monday, May 21, 2007


Yesterday morning I was sink-standing, doing dishes--listening to wyso. I used to question the idea of chances. Fate. These days I think its about the universe and being aware...anyhow, I flip on the radio and what do I hear but an interview about this book that I got to be a part of...

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

So on my morning walk

i noticed tv antennaes
wondering
wandering
how many
i could count
whats behind door
1
2
3
and if kids even know
what they are
remembering once upon a time
when my dad and uncle
dug the hole
for cement-concrete
mounting those alien spaceship poles
my brother
i
neighbor boys
played
cops
jail
in that dugout
then looking up
after my walk
next door
realizing grandma has 3
on her house alone
but ours
does not.

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Val

She wore a green floral shirt.
A wig.
The color of her hair, almost her style.
I figured she had it all planned before she decided to lay so still.
I waited for her hands to move.
Always the hands.
They never do.
Hugs.
Handshakes.

Photos stab my eyes
thinking she is all of us
arms around her girls around her husband around her family.
She was always so alive
even when she was complaining about library fines.

You knew what she thought.
Decisive.
Over-protective.
Love.
Her sad teen girls.
Sad husband.
Polite hugs and smiles,
"thank you for the food."
And I knew that green shirt was the most lovely outfit I saw all day.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Carl

The room next to us
divided air
curtain
sheet drawn this way
that way
'oh please someone help me'
high pitch
low pitch
'oh my back'
not laughs
but moans
roaring from his
raging body
disconnected soul
detox
drug
withdrawal
asking for morphine
'don't let me out'
another drug
knowing what takes
the skin crawling
fetal position away
'heyheyheyheyhey'
'ithurtsithurtsithurts'
'uhuhuhuhuhuh'
silence
shut the body door
staff ignore requests
he was here yesterday
back tomorrow
'do they have any?'
any what
real drugs
ad
add
addict
addiction
'oh mommy i'm sorry oh mommy oh mommy'
"Happiness is only real when shared".....from Into the Wild
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