Thursday, January 15, 2015

changes in faces

make life turn so blank
sometimes, among branches
roads and snow
when all we are looking for
as souls on a mission
is to see and be seen
something to believe in
but after a reset retry forget
of password after password
jagged slices of credit cards
little bits of confetti identity
my eyes too have changed
searching searching for faces
with a taste for soul
and I must explain why
to the toddler trying each hour
to stretch
mommy's face into a smile

Thursday, January 08, 2015

noseprint to glass

to touch the coldest of days
without leaving the warm foyer
dreading each step
watching ghost lights drift
along the highway slow
careful on this sudden winter
and a sky full of snow
to draw footprints on
an earth full of footprints
to guide life beyond
this beautiful guilded cage
eyes closed to hands rattling
both sides, habit or just shivers
in the cold, the ague of
the longest journey
in a single place

Monday, December 29, 2014


in response to
the trivially disrespected
overloaded pop couture for love
romantic love that is, xoxo
we can find, if we can seek
a garden of unimaginable beauty
where we each go
naked, alone and terrified
not for sex, as wonderful
fun as it is, but to sit
beside ourself breathless
and realize life is irrevocable

A rant brought on finding out 50 Shades of Grey is releasing on Valentines Day (that rhymed, hey!) Srsly??! Alls fair in business and war, bah!

Friday, December 26, 2014

the puzzle of relativity

with bells and boots
on a marching drum
worrying time and space
into strange new shapes
on a virtual machine
to live a few minutes more
a few hours less
as icy winds swirl up
the garden path
with cobbles on the side
sing with mommy and baby
in the funny hat with extra eyes
the minion backpack
that holds nothing
into a warm garage
and its summer again

Ambition is a poor excuse for not having sense enough to be lazy  ~Milan Kundera

Thursday, December 25, 2014

the edge

somedays in the horizon
curved and clear enough
others like today
cuts sharp and ready
turns in my side, to blur
with the copper sunset trees
from evening to night
demands radar from moonlight
and questions from sound
somedays I can be broken
somedays I am bent
somedays I just walk the ledge
with painted hands
to see if I must relent
or fade away