poetry. thoughts and more than make-believe.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

summer reading

Summer Reading

Planning
summer reading
whose club
picking up
yo (what it is?)
ga (ga ga ga)
proproprogramsgramsgrams
farfrom
rod iron gates

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

full moon


full moon cycle



according to science people don't change their behavior

because 
i don't always believe
in logic 
reasoning,
i will lock myself away
and sleep early...


Wednesday, May 14, 2008

asleep till dreaming morn

soft sounds
e
scape
dwindlefall
babyrat whisper
till everymans 
stories
words
single letters
close my eyes

and i sleep
dream my awake time

till morning

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

tramp-o-line

to the store

y

     4
i
c   ream
e

and
backyardjumps

lost on trampolines

then
re
member (what
               whose
                 whom club?)
their
back
yard

jumping

up
    up
down
    down

watching
wondering 

y
how
u

jump
ed
after
noon teatime

cameraflash
our tramp
oline

gas
oline not needed

was 
g
o
n
e

Friday, May 09, 2008

days

body
achey
        rejecting wellness

couching friend
rose

watching



at 1:27

middle
march afternoon



Tuesday, May 06, 2008

The Maytrees & Virginia Woolf

I finished Annie Dilliards, "The Maytrees," tonight.  I am reading it for one of my bookclubs.  We are meeting tomorrow...anyhow, the language in the book is (and I rarely use this overphrased word) breathtaking.  It is poetry set to fiction throughout.   I don't know if anyone has put this out there, but I was reminded of Virginia Woolf.   The words set to the moment...

Sunday, May 04, 2008

Friday, May 02, 2008

whose angel?

Early this morning,  my awake-self was ignoring the alarm clock.

                      I was dreaming.
                                Chasing.
                                Finding.

Till I thought in the dream, I need to go back...

                     Back where?
                     Back

but as I did I was sucked into a blizzard.

                              Snow pounding.
                              Wind evolving tornado induced blizzard--

And then my african-american angel...

the one who showed up in a dream when I was in highschool, making me laugh
(I dreamt I was going pee and he was peeking around the corner--which made me dream laugh)

                             grabbed my arms
                             I was laying on the ground...being sucked into this blizzard,

                                          pulled me
                                          pull
                                          pull

and I kept looking up at him,
almost crying--

saying 

                         "I just want to be someone's angel...someday"


Thursday, May 01, 2008

12 years

outside cake
May day sun
backyard pat
io
io
e-i-e-o
singing happy 12

sweet 12

born at 8:04
tonight she said 
she missed it 
at 8:08

i said
you would've been crying
maybe nursing

always loved--
"Happiness is only real when shared".....from Into the Wild
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