i'm tired of
not having what i
think i deserve
she said
in the kitchen
bent once again
from the hammer
blows
the tears dismissed
by the man who swung
as the ploy of one
with ulterior motives
words, like rain,
can raise up
the seedling
or tamp it down
carelessness together
with a heavy
hand will accomplish
its drowning
if the intent
is to bully the
weaker into
submission
but in time
any abused soil
will harden
never again to yield
the ignorant...
Monday, February 29, 2016
Thursday, February 25, 2016
in the field of wild grass with the black truck
summer burned
across a field
that day
he took the
picture of you
leaning against
the grill of
a black truck
with your
da Vinci smile
the man
your driver
behind the camera
your husband
who drove you two there
did he spread
a blanket and
lay out
a basket of food
for you?
was he that
kind of romantic
i have always wondered
he...
Sunday, February 21, 2016
poetry is the throes
my poetry
has no rhyme
'tho not from a lacking
but because
lovers
don't rhyme
they enfold
and are absorbed
into passion
with no
reason
but because they want
they suckle
and invade
and kiss
words do
and they are
love-makers in poems
messy things
full of
the dark drive
pulled by
a haunt
toward answers
lovers
seek to know
a certain feeling
so do words
when they
have coitus
they search
for the...
Thursday, February 18, 2016
tools of my father
i realized recently
that i write fiction
the way my father
works a hammer and level
he came to our house
once to help me
fix a
falling-down porch
storytelling
is very much about
propping up falling
down things
a story idea is
after all
nothing more than
a house you've occupied that needs renovation
he tore up floor boards
that he called pungy
with a...
Thursday, February 4, 2016
mumma
in a recent dream
he calls like he used to
when he was proceeding toward
death
in real life
but i don't answer his
calls instead i just wake at 2
and there in the darkness is
a vapor of a bad taste
he once texted
me at 2 in the morning
in june of that year
the year
he wrote ::what did I do
did i do something?
that you don't call me
why doesn't my brother call?::
fuck...
