For Zan
I was so jealous of you. You were that collectable champagne glass in my mirrored curio – gold-rimmed, slender stemmed, […]
Katherine’s Coffeehouse
Pittsburgh
When the day weighs more than I, and the sky hangs ominous as a loose chandelier, I find time to
Teeth
I used to dream my teeth fell out. I’d look down, and there, in a blue bucket, they sat, piled,
Back
Remember back – not too far back. Goalies didn’t wear masks. Bikers didn’t wear helmets. We rode in the back
Caterpillar
I write angry poetry. But this morning, I’m not angry. No, I’m stretching like a caterpillar, crossing a jeweled leaf
Barefoot
Was there ever a time you didn’t judge? Approached a foreign-looking man, shook hands, ignored the sandy feel of his
Apocalypse No
I’m not cut out for the apocalypse. I’m not built for Armageddon. Sure I’ve got the bulk to survive a
Centipede
There, on my office wall, above the lamp and tiny, sterling Buddha, a house centipede, more legs than a marching
Work in Progress
If I charged what I was worth, the world would be poor. That’s not a brag. That’s everyone. Look around.
Housemate
#GrowingUp, I housed a battered, silent, shriek: “#StopFighting!” It never moved out. #KatherinesCoffeehouse
Amazon Prime
I should go to bed, bury my ear and head in a pillow of sweet smelling sheets and sleep, maybe
Hashtag Lazarus
On days when #FacebookIsToxic – those are the days to #WritePoetry. Go ahead. #Hashtag the hell out of #inspiration, #art,
Neck
I’m going to miss my neck. No, I’m not headed to the guillotine, or decapitating myself in some obscene science
Moving On
Purple was accidental. I like how it looked on my website. So I started out with a logo, a two-tone
Ogni pensiero vola
*Ogni pensiero vola How many poems love Mondays? Do any of them laud the week’s overlord, strum a bard’s mandolin,
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Introspect
I’ve never been good at either/or, always been a “both” person, really. Explains a lot – the extensive collection of
Gratitude
This early morning, patio stones under my naked feet, then up the deck stairs, then the humid air, the sudden
For Sale by Owner
Now I’m thinking of sellouts – two or three suits in office chairs, afraid to spin or roll, even on
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Harsh Winter
Lovers are two noses, tips touching in the cold, “Eskimo kisses,” (as the Inuit roll their eyes). But follow me