On a bright summer morning
I take out my guitar, and weave
Songs out of nylon-stringed vibration, each
Note a tiny thread in my tapestry. I make Continue reading
Category: Poetry (Page 1 of 3)
My family has a fountain
Out where the grasses grow.
I like to watch its visitors
And see them come and go.
From exclamations
Of pain from touching hot oil,
Delicious flautas.
Don’t you agree?
To grow wild in a field, then be bit to the roots by a cow or or a goat
Digested, brought back, chewed as a cud Continue reading
You feel it putting
on pants, and realizing
they are your brother’s.
Once, at the store, I was wandering
And from behind a rack of clothes popped
like a Jack-in-the-Box
a little girl with tiny gold earrings Continue reading
It’s a murky blue
One single star. It’s moving–
Oh, it’s an airplane.
like an island it stands in a corner black scratched and worn
piled high with stuff I dont even know how it got there or why its there now
all i know is that its there Continue reading
pick it up
sniff it so it smells like something sweet and honorable
feel the spines like dragon’s scales
over fiery yellow and forest green
pineapple has false armor
and colors glow like a tree in the sun. Continue reading
Inspired by my young chicken named Trixie. This poem is for her.
When Trixie walks
Trixie waddles
With Trixie’s own
Wobbling wobbles.