Category Archives: poetry

To the Young Woman with the Bee in Her Hand

We rode the light rail to SeaTacleaning and alert, trying to catch a glimpse of Rainier–Tahoma, giver of water. We were traveling through the landof the Duwamish rightly. Travelingto the airport,to see you off.Facing the center aisle,bags at your feet; your reflection against the passing landreminding me of dreams and visions andother reflectionsentirely.About your age,Continue reading “To the Young Woman with the Bee in Her Hand”

I’m Not Holding My Breath, I’m Just Not Exactly Breathing

It’s a biting breeze meets us You pull up your collar, I tighten my scarf Walking to the park together           In the hail           In the dark But today’s high noon shines on us As you take my arm, and I look in your eyes, the park, it spins around us           Just you and I           JustContinue reading “I’m Not Holding My Breath, I’m Just Not Exactly Breathing”

2 Poems Published in Suburban Witchcraft

I’m pleased to announce 2 of my recent poems have been published in the current issue of Suburban Witchcraft magazine. This is their fourth issue, and is the second time I’ve been included. It’s a beautiful collection of stories and art and poetry. My poem An Aubergine Ending, concerning life with my witchy night doulaContinue reading “2 Poems Published in Suburban Witchcraft”

The Murdoch Ballad to Tucker Carlson’s Face

Tucker, Tucker get your face screwed on there’s a sucker, sucker just about to be born We paved the lane to your door, hung the shingle outside, all you got to do is sell them something they’ll buy While you’re at it, we got a little potion they might try It’ll make ‘em believe theyContinue reading “The Murdoch Ballad to Tucker Carlson’s Face”

Come On In, the Sand’s Fine!

Florida is Where Woke Goes to Die, chapter 4: Come On In, the Sand’s Fine! Thus concludes this four-chapter protest of the Sunshine State and its quick embrace of fascism. Remember, you can’t shoot your fear, you can only learn. Thank you for following along! Keep your heads out of the sand!

Happiness is Warm Florida Sand

Bury me right up to my neck in the warm Florida sand, where I feel safe where I get a tan Where no one can do nothing to upset my feelings as pure as this sand in which I’m buried, right up to my neck, and from which I sprout, like a tree, out ofContinue reading “Happiness is Warm Florida Sand”

A Failure of Imagination: a poem on the January 6 Insurrection

With a nod to Kurt Vonnegut and Bob Dylan, and a call-out with special thanks and praise to Sergeant Eugene Goodman. The threat comes again, and again, and again, rising like the wind itself, the threat of fascism. *The refrain Why? Why, why, why? Why, why, why? repeated twice in the poem should be sungContinue reading “A Failure of Imagination: a poem on the January 6 Insurrection”

Thinking of Bukowski While Gardening in Early Spring

In my last post I mentioned having little trouble writing, but tons of trouble figuring how to come up with an appropriate prompt in an attempt to connect with people via poetry. I want a prompt to have an openness, for it to carry little of my own intention or bias along for the ride,Continue reading “Thinking of Bukowski While Gardening in Early Spring”