Praise Dance
i close my legs. i’m starting to smell
like a woman and the other girls can tell.
they spread wide and bend forward,
breathe giggles into the floor.
The ‘L’ Word
plucking my eyebrows
he likes me
he likes me not
chocolate fondue
double-dipping
the banana
their candy hearts —
I swallow more
sweet nothings
a single boa feather
floats in the coffee —
the morning after
Humor, Poems, Tributes
In Early Drafts, Robert Frost Relied Heavily on the Thesaurus
Discontinuing By Timberland on a Fleecy Eventide —Robert Frost Whose copse this is I speculate I get. His domicile is
A Kaddish for Aaron Bushnell (1998-2024)
Praise beyond all conception of praise the things we cannot understand,
this thing that doesn’t want to be praised, this tragedy laid over tragedy to stir the watching,
misunderstanding crowd from their pulpits. From their bedsides. From their phones.
Show and Tell
Sky the color of warning. Well not red but pink,
now salmon, it innovates faster than I have words
to shape into clouds on their way to their new life
in the midst of their old.
Time Travel for Beginners
Every crumb of starlight
sails across the universe,
the journey of a million years
to end inside our eyes.