Writing :: Uncategorized Poems
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Mother Fails to Watch Rob at School Fair
Rob raises a fist to Mother: a small plastic baggie,
twist-tied, sloshing with water and a goldfish.
Mother buys a tank, coordinated gravel, fish food,
seven decorative plants. The next day,
Goldie gapes, rolls its eyes and fins belly-up,
sinks with a scale-loosening thump on the gravel.
Categories: Poetry, Uncategorized Poems
Mind Missed the Bus
Mind was always awkward,
never certain how to please.
He’s certain now he’s late
for dinner, evening chores.
Categories: Poetry, Uncategorized Poems
Mind’s Eye is Glass
Mind’s left eye is glass, colored
like the cat’s eye he shoots
across the blacktop every afternoon
while bags against the fence
dwindle down to one.
Categories: Poetry, Uncategorized Poems
We Need a Dead Woman to Begin
If someone visits every week with flowers
to lean against stone, there’s no evidence
within the grounds: only this splash of bright red
against rust and steel.
Categories: Poetry, Uncategorized Poems
Your Neighbors Lost Their Alarm Clocks
You watch them scramble into cars,
balance piles of papers on top of briefcases,
tug at ties or shoes too loose to stay
in place.
Categories: Poetry, Uncategorized Poems
Daedalus Rebukes Apollo
He shapes a second set of wings for the boy
in the cool hours before dawn, working
by the light of a softening candle. His fingers
raise ridges of feathers along the harness,
reform in stone what the sun melted.
Sun-struck Icarus spirals toward Apollo.
Categories: Poetry, Uncategorized Poems
Name Thief
I have this memory: locked out
of our apartment, you wrapped me in your arms
and sang my name like a charm against shadows
while we waited for someone to arrive with a key,
Categories: Poetry, Uncategorized Poems
Nike at Ephessus
Nike, what is this? You slump against
a boulder, stretch your arms up to finger the pockets
of passersby and proposition tourists.
Categories: Poetry, Uncategorized Poems
Spreading the Ashes
A phone call:
she admits the ashes remain unspread. She couldn’t
feed him to the world’s largest alligator or toss him
out to sea like fish guts from the pier.
Categories: Poetry, Uncategorized Poems
Invitation on K’s Windshield
I have never told anyone how my mind wandered,
considered the light angles from nearby park lamps
and the odds of being caught in the open.
There were six blades of grass around my big toe,
three wrapped around the little.
Categories: Poetry, Uncategorized Poems