written 1998
A grain of wood Runs like a race car Around a multi-colored track Zooming down to the bottom It zooms up
Days in school were very hard. Ways to make him “right”, they tri… Wrong, is how teacher said he wrot… Long hours they drilled on change. Hide his talent, was all he did;
What is it that makes them care? When the world makes them scared. What is it that makes them friends… When they are at their end. What is it that makes them vulnera…
Before the sun rises, Grandpa and he take a long walk. They walk over mountains, and vall… They walk and walk. Until they reach a pond filled wit…
Darkness, darker Waning noon, sounds Night’s scent pervades Calling loneliness, Surrounding.
Small Precise in her hearing And seeing She asks herself how Her thoughts connect
It was a lonely journey Although the number was sixteen th… Forced to seek a final home... A land to house this native throng… Four thousand lonely journeymen
You once told her Romance isn’t out there That her search would be An effort in futility. Well, she had to prove herself rig…
Her beautiful Ballerina She sits and admires Pliait 1,2,1,2 Again
She can not say that She wishes you had never Come into her life Because that isn’t quite true. She can say that
As spoons in a drawer She has her pillow sleep And when her head falls From burdens deep It’s her pillow she finds
Faded leaves fall aside Pale gray sky envelopes all Summer’s gone and fall is stale Aching world begins to weep Somewhere on the verge of change
She’s trying on a newly found adap… One that she never knew she had— It must have been in storage— A fluid dress, she thinks she like… As she bends over backwards
It’s a thing like “Tailhook” It’s a thing called rape It’s a thing called abuse It’s a thing called hate But, it’s the strength of a woman
One of the most curious and enjoyable aspects of poetry is that a poem often summarizes a thought, an experience, or an emotion in a manner that cannot be equaled by prose. Perhaps that...