Category Archives: poetry

What unusual willowy wheat-like stalks I exclaimed from the car, stop let’s pick some dig some Let’s plant them at home, graceful reeds with slanty drooping heads, lithe and lyrical, let’s put them in a vase. I wonder what they … Continue reading →

sushi tonight stomach is big like Buddha mind is Confucius feet have wiggly Taoisms fingers full of Parable Holy moly I ate Talmud rolls stopped with saucies more than dozens. a Come to Jesus Dharma karma so much sushi moment.

Dear Karl, I thought I could wait it out until you returned home from Basic training on leave I think they call it but I cannot live in America one more minute and anyway I do not think I love … Continue reading →

I’d rather have pedestrian ones my husband just dismantles greasy engines reassembles them in his sleep. all I do is tumble rumble through unlit desolate worlds teetering to destruction bleached eyes kissed with fear skipped trip through endless corridors dark … Continue reading →

When fellows get to be a certain age they blimp out their middles, got no hips, no rump, just plump. Them poor hobblies wobble to the mailbox every morning desperately clutching waistbands hoping their Trousers will not plummet down to … Continue reading →

She people suffer through fifty percent of life with tampons periodically prodded up a bleeding orifice, string dangling between thighs wadding stuffed and stiff and swollen, waddling with necessity Sometimes a startlement, sudden blood seeps and dribbles and pours willy … Continue reading →

You might ask, why are you so mean, hating poor crazy people, I say because they are stuck-up and pretend to be more sensitive than anyone else, me for instance, just because I don’t sink into black depressions or have … Continue reading →

an exciting cowboy movie and I said to my husband, I’m disappointed we don’t have bar fights anymore remember when we had that big one and I threw a whiskey bottle at you but you ducked and it hit the … Continue reading →

For breakfast Izzy and I share a can of fish and two spoons of buttered popcorn – we open the Amazon box together she watches while I put away the order; we study cat videos on the computer Izzy likes … Continue reading →

or like a bride walking next to my mother down the rows of flowers, hums of bumbles; posies in our path we step and scuff: My mother once found a twenty dollar bill in a parking lot She has the … Continue reading →