I think that it’s finally time to admit / I have played in a pantomime
Category: poetry
Wishes for the rain
I wish now and then, / For the rain.
Quilt
Mamma when young / sewed clothes as she sung.
Poem in the Bardo
I cut your hair when you died so while you lay / resting you’ll look like yourself. The coffin
I wonder if we make the stars sigh
Your eyes are as blue / As an 80-year-old shoe / That ran the Santiago trail
ex nihilo nihil fit
the gaping maw of unimaginable void
Awe and Wonder
The war we face / To let time consume, / Or wield it.
About Modern City People
The skeletal man walks / Wing-tip shoed to work.
[She reaches up with twisted hands]
She reaches up with twisted hands / And wicked claws, glinting sharply.
Daughters and Their Complicated Relationship with Cigars
Cute girls smoke cigars. / They cough at cigarette fumes