We all, occasionally,have a spider crawling upon us, without our knowledgeor consentIt only makes sense Walking beneath canopies of foliage or flower, trellis or arbor,through doorways–and sometimes at night, I would imagine,while we lay asleep and unawarePerhaps across our face,perhaps resting in our hair, consideringour open mouth from which bellows a great, sweet windas itContinue reading “Perhaps It Crawls Inside”
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Her Majesty Waits and Waits and Waits
Her Majesty sits at the door, waiting,where the jamb meets the floorThere she sits, waiting andwaiting and waitingShe stretchesHer Majesty paws at the door, high,reaching for the gold knob,the bright gleaming handle on the closed door She stretches,and then she settles, and she sits again,waiting at the doorMoments later, she cries;she turns and criesHer Majesty’sContinue reading “Her Majesty Waits and Waits and Waits”
It Must be Treat Time on 29th Ave
On 29th Ave, the crows come and go,the cats roam together, and dogs knowthere’s a hole where their faces fit just so,in the red gate, down low, wherechinese lanterns, and heuchera growAnd where Loki, Ninja, Jasper, and Oats–and look, Ginger-Snap too, they’re all on the porchIt must be treat time on 29th Ave,with the catsContinue reading “It Must be Treat Time on 29th Ave”
As We Wish, As We Might
How often do you say you hate?Do you say it every day?Do you say it in the morning?Do you say it on the way?How oftendo you say hate? The more we say hateto describe how we feel about somethingas banal as the design of new automobiles,the more we diminishand the more we dilute the significanceofContinue reading “As We Wish, As We Might”
How to Make Something its Opposite
You call it that,call it that repeatedlyWear itGreet people with itSell it cheaplyEat lunch on itBroadcast it in the lyrics of a song, a catchy song, one people will hum the melody toAttach to it a favorable sentiment,and fit it to the whip antenna of the tallest trucks and morning bumpersas you call it that,Continue reading “How to Make Something its Opposite”
Convincing You
Convincing you the moon wants your lonesome soulConvincing you the room is more walls than doorsConvincing you the tunes were not hauled upfrom any wellWhat’s to tell?Convincing you is like a train under the moonrunning through a slot between two sheets of blueilluminated by halogen light through glass, the sheetsfall to the grassIt all happenedContinue reading “Convincing You”
On Writing Poems – part 3 – stealing
[Originally posted December 2021, shared here again for National Poetry Month 2024; also including mention of fundraising for suicide prevention.] Stealing. In part one I wrote about poetry as a practice, and touched on using your body as an instrument in that practice. Part two was about facing the blank page, and using a simpleContinue reading “On Writing Poems – part 3 – stealing”
Aren’t I Proud?
for Brian Aren’t I proud as he walks byaren’t I proud as I say hito the man whose nameI haven’t asked,though I’ve wondered about him after he’s passedThe Smelly Man we’ve named himas we see him at the store,as we see him paused on the street,catching his beathdressed for cold in the heatSilently screaming olefactoryContinue reading “Aren’t I Proud?”
Everytime You Drive Home I Think of the Color of Your Skin
Everytime you arrive I’ve been thinking of your smileAnd everytime you arrive I’ve been thinking of your eyes and how you smell the feeling of your arms around me about conversations on Cy Twombly and The Frye and The Broad and basements of museums and churches and what it was like what happened and whatContinue reading “Everytime You Drive Home I Think of the Color of Your Skin”
How Much Pain We Bear
Trauma sits in the center of a plate on a rod attached to a heartA drop of oil, it’s a stain,a small event on this clean plate,and, with care, may be cleaned or removed, in one small swipe Or the heart, like a motor, can racespinning the rodand thus the plate,and flinging the trauma inContinue reading “How Much Pain We Bear”
Chris Bevens | pedalpoet 