one week later
December 3, 2009
i spin the can
of mixed nuts
a
greasy
kaleidoscope
with no cashews
to be found
only jordans,
filberts, and peas
tumbling
in my disdain
they are all
that remain
of the feast
2008
dying for Chrtistmas
December 2, 2008
The tree we cut
and carried
into our home
the one
we shackled
then
trimmed
sang to
then
toasted
now lies
in the gutter
her
hooks
and tinsel
riffling on the wind
one week later…
November 29, 2008
I spin the can
of mixed nuts
peering into its greasy
kaleidoscope –
not a cashew
to be found
only jordans,
filberts, and peas
tumbling
in my disdain.
They are all
that remain
of the feast.
gather round the glow that is everywhere
November 26, 2008
small mansion
two warm voices
thanksgiving
dirt hut
two warm voices
thanksgiving
disco moon
July 20, 2008
Mother’s day the saddest day
May 11, 2008
one
grieving mother
diminishes
the multitude of smiles
another type of nurturing
May 11, 2008
the woman
who decides
to bear
no children
bears love
to all humanity
be the embracer
February 14, 2008
wemagine
January 8, 2008
I am a person
this is precious
because you are
qazse 