outside the skinner box (on writing poems)
January 25, 2007
One always has a way
to spend some time.
Waiting becomes
observation
reception
expression
refinement.
You always have the means
to climb from
electric holes
and breath in
creation.
HCG 87 galaxy group
January 25, 2007
an infinity apart (perhaps 9)
January 21, 2007
this is
the dimension
of acute pleasure
of explosion –
its origins dictate such.
beyond
is very much
elsewhere –
infinities other than
this one.
dying for Christmas
January 20, 2007
The tree we cut
and carried
into our home
the one
we shackled
trimmed
sang to
and toasted
(rip a suckling child
from its mother)
(put makeup on a statue)
(be happy at a rape)
now lies on
its side
alone
with her hooks
and tinsel
riffling in the wind
perhaps (eight)
January 20, 2007
birth is the cutting
of a tree
from its roots –
and this life,
a momentary death
I wish I had an angel friend
January 17, 2007
I wish I had an angel friend
to watch over your tiny travels –
to walk with you through wander worlds
of daisy, stream, and meadow.
I wish to have an angel friend
when it becomes your time
to go exploring on your own
to catch you if too high you climb
above this grownup world of pace
too fast to see my child’s face.
these are the heroes we offer
January 16, 2007
freedom rider
January 15, 2007
If I had my way,
If I had my way,
If I had my way,
I’d tear this building down.
– traditional: sung by African slaves
posted in contemplation of Dr. King’s birthday
to honor all those who faced down the dogs of slavery
sudan
January 15, 2007
brushing flies away
let me hold you in my arms
cool your tortured brow
Noah
January 13, 2007
Noah was the last to go.
Discovered face down
hands still clenched
from the struggle for air.
Siblings Luke, then Paul
then John, then Mary
coaxed down the hallway,
into the tub
one at a time
each head held under
until bubbles
turned to silence.
In the end no frantic prayers answered.
No angel made Mommy stop.
qazse 