Getting on with it

After the ice storm, it’s good to get back to the living world, back to performing ordinary acts. A Gathering of Sorts As morning curdles its way to noontime, autumn plays its lazy guitar. To join the living world, we make our way to the post office with enough change in hand for three stamps. […]

Escaping the hook

I’m looking forward to an upcoming post-Christmas family reunion. Here is one of my favorite poems from Potato Eaters, my first chapbook from Finishing Line Press. The photo, too, is one of my favorites, found in an attic box years ago. That’s my mother, on the right, and two of her brothers on the left. […]

Ordinary Acts

A Gathering of Sorts As morning curdles its way to noontime, autumn plays its lazy guitar. To join the living world, we make our way to the post office with enough change in hand for three stamps. Their duty is delivering messages: a utility bill, the insurance payment, a letter to a friend. In the […]

Portraiture

A poem from Potato Eaters (2008 Finishing Line Press). Be grateful this Thanksgiving. Portrait of a Girl and Boy on a Bus   She is seven, maybe eight; cords of brown hair weave around her neck, weary of years. Holding her brother’s hand as loosely as a button off a winter coat, she waits as […]

A Gathering of Sorts

  A Gathering of Sorts As morning curdles its way to noontime, autumn plays its lazy guitar. To join the living world, we make our way to the post office with enough change in hand for three stamps. Their duty is delivering messages: a utility bill, the insurance payment, a letter to a friend. In […]

Weightless

A poem first published in Potato Eaters, published by Finishing Line Press, copyright 2008. Weightless Autumn, the ballet, dances through the speechless trees, resplendent motion uttering no sound. Painted atmospheres tickle a spectator, that flesh colored leaf standing at the center, earthless – a Renaissance bather in a silent film. Beneath the young girl’s feet, […]

Tissue

This poem first appeared in Potato Eaters, published by Finishing Line Press in 2008. Tissue On the nights she went out to PTA meetings and Tupperware parties, my mother would leave a pressed ruby imprint of lips on a square of toilet paper. Pirating treasure-kisses left on the counter, by the time I was fourteen, […]