Thursday, April 26, 2012

This Suburban Gardener

The water in the birdbath
yellow finches
resting on the branches
of a river birch.
Suburban wild rabbits
(the kind you fear in the night)
shear off dandelion shoots
and pull them into their mouths
with startling efficiency.
Already, they’ve eaten the lilies,
before they had chances to bloom.
This suburban gardener
rises, bloodied,
but armed with only garlic,
we will do battle.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Sugar Cream Pie

People die
as we drink our coffee
and eat a mid-afternoon pie.
His cousin
used to work with my aunt
and this thin line
is enough to make
words catch in my throat
their world
has been blown apart
and I marvel
that I cannot
hear the screams
we drink our coffee
and eat a mid-afternoon pie.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Mining the Oort

Artists conception of brown dwarf from Wikipedia

Sending probes
deep into the Oort

balls of rock and ice
for poetic ideas
I run into
the good sister of Nemesis
and the juxtaposition
of physical science
and Greek gods
damages my probe
beyond repair,
any poetic worlds

Friday, April 13, 2012

If it weren't for bad luck

Bad luck brought me here,
following this crooked line
from Misery
and Michigan
to this day,
when the Sun angles in
and reflects off of
blue sky drawings
of kittens and pups
and rainbows
and raindrops
and smiling suns.
This turned over glass,
this spilled life
found me here
where I no longer
think of luck
or worry
of its

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Something so Strong

There is no magic
in the way it's always been,
just ruts
formed in muddy pathways
which hardened over time
harder than it needs to be.
The memory
that this rut
did not always exist
but needed to be created
eludes us
as it runs,
the same way it has always run.
So hang
a counter-clockwise clock
as a small reminder
it does not always
need to be that way.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012


As Spring settles
into her beauty
her song begins
to change --
Allegro to Andante.
She walks
with the gray
and long
slow breezes,
kisses you
with chills
in the morning
but loves you
with cool,
cloudless nights.
for you.

Monday, April 2, 2012

The Expected Visit

Spring arrived this morning,
never mind the date.
Crisp air under gray clouds
just enough
to let sunlight play
its dancing games.
Shadows grow
off budding trees
patchwork patterns play
on puddles
where floating
petals spin
then stop,
their tips pointing
like stops on a compass.
Not North
but April.