Friday, July 29, 2011

off we go!

off we go
in a clean car
cooler crisp with celery
sleeping bags in back
warm woolies
slinky sandals
baklavas and bikinis
we're off
we're off!

Be back August 9!

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

the pols

listening to the radio talking
heads battering against political scenery
like actors on a poorly constructed stage
that is democracy.
back stage bartering, mascara running down
rouged cheeks, men smoking cigars
or chewing nicorette, walking out
behind velvet curtains, the audience
cries out for him to return
to the table on the stage, hoping
for the floor to drop out from
under them.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

a delay in every day

where/when will I write a poem worthy
of reading by red-headed rabbits dressed in ruffles
when the days wear away without so much as a whisper,
 a rustle of pages in the wind calling to be read aloud
the rhythm wrestling in my mind for a poem to emerge
worthy of reading, ruinous to the restless sleep
of reflective readers.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Packing for a camping trip

the Coleman stove still has grease from the last trip
as do the dented frying pans and the sponge.
the myriad slightly torn, poor quality fabric grocery bags
will not, I repeat, not be strewn across the floor of the van,
each with a motley assortment of Sport Legs, granola bars
and rotten bananas.
we have a new set of camping utensils, clean and packaged
in a nifty black case; we'll see how long that lasts.
nonetheless, its happening, this packing and we don't
even leave for four days.
now, that's progress.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Lessons from Nature

warm your face in the sun,

stand tall but quietly,
rest in deep shade,

take in the view,

admire beauty,
bend in the wind,

let the river run through you,

there is nothing so sweet as the
smell of snow.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Boehner walks out of debt talks

so the wealthy and the corporations will cheer for the almighty dollar
that bought them their very own democracy, their second homes and new cars,
a few more millions or billions, never enough after the luxuries of the day
and nothing but darkness surrounds them as they lie in their silk sheets.
so now their own personal empires that used to reside overseas can come
home, no taxes due!  hip hip hoorooh, who cares that some are blue
without a job or without a car, without a doctor, without a shoe,
the wealthy and the corporations don't give a hoot, they'll
have the butler give a boot to the man on the street corner holding
out his empty tin cup towards the darkened windows of passing cars.

This poem from someone who is not particularly a bleeding heart liberal...but what is going on in Washington is absolutely sickening. 

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Writing a Poem About the Neighborhood Meeting

in the Book about Poetry we call for the unconscious married with a skill for words
but what of great danes, mimosas, street murals, neighbors long gone yet reappeared
from houses so many blocks away, talk of the need for weeders, free-for-all bike repairs
all so very conscious, the dates drifting into our unconscious as the alcohol settles in as
we gaze at upside down rabbits painted on fences and stocky women heading off to retirement
only to return to bust over-occupied apartment complexes and landowners with no licenses
I know a few of them, the ones with grass up to their waists, big bills in their back pockets
sipping wine in Vail or North Boulder, or did they move upscale again so they could drive
their new Prius downtown to fight zoning changes, I digress again with champagne bubbling
below to marry the unconscious with the conscious, a missing skill for words to describe
what happened tonight around the corner, this is what makes the world go round,
and no, it's not just words.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

The Last Shuttle Landing

Mission control wakes the Atlantis crew piping in "Born in the USA"
as they rub the sleep from their eyes to take in the last views
from Space Shuttle Atlantis, oh what can
they wonder hurtling through space this final time gazing
through blackness towards sparkling galaxies, towards
home, Earth bathed in blue life, our lives, their lives.
Goodbye Space Shuttle Atlantis, may you rest in peace
in some hallowed halls surrounded by screaming school
children, may you arouse in them the dream to
fly once again.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Travels to Bern

in darkness over endless waters
an albatross travels east on metal wings
carrying a princess with her iPad,
tailored black skirt and ballerina flats,
her head filled with jewels to scatter
across the conference room floor,
innocent bystanders will rush to
scoop them up into their apron
pockets before popping them into
their hungry mouths.

Photo courtesy of

Monday, July 18, 2011

A Dull Blade

this blade is not sharpened with a steel rod
carefully honed, balancing one edge against the other
weighing the evidence, pondering the methods,
asking the questions, wondering curiously
over french fries and diet Cokes, computer drive
whirring in idle like his mind waiting for a command
in a recognizable language, no, the blade is dull
and rusty from lack of use, no glint on this blade,
only rust.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Observations on a Walk

red berries for black bears
hot pink sweet peas feeding bees
listening to a string quartet
rustling in the brush
chaotic in dry creek beds
silence cool air.
wild grapes twining
white lace
a man with hand weights,
sweating while
church bells peal amongst
fire engine sirens.
airplanes bring me back to earth.
bee (balm for the soul)
prehistoric grasses
no one walks anymore.
whirring, humming, singing,
huffing, puffing, pausing
for silence of red berries
for black bears in
shadows, rustling.

Friday, July 15, 2011

The Importance of Drinking

red wine
white wine
coin or otherwise,
and ice tea.

let’s toast to life
liquid drenching trachea
to tummy, onward
and up to a smile
our face.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

The Importance of Napping

whereas Others toil at their desks, their minds spinning
in endless loops fueled by chocolate and coffee, I am napping
not unjustly, unfairly, without reason, completely rationally
the reason being the brain does not work efficiently endlessly
without egregious errors
all should nap at their desk, on the bus, in a train, in the park,
over coffee, in a meeting, all should nap
awakening anew alive
alert thinking
just like the man
sleeping on the

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Stealing Flowers

he cut the flowers from my garden
as I watched from an upstairs window
without any sign of guilt or remorse
until I tapped on my window and he looked
about for a short moment, then resumed
his cutting, I hope she enjoyed them. 

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

The Power of Tiny

tiny crystals drifting aimlessly in cochlear channels,
sightseeing far from their assigned locations brings
her to her knees eyes closed, head spinning,
dishes undone, toys scattered, children running
amok, research papers unread, in short, 
Dreaming of tomatoes, brilliant red cosmos,
black eyed susans, she closes her eyes to
the darkness in the room, listens to the quiet
breathing in the next room and drifts off
on her own voyage, hoping that the unwelcome
travelers have found their home ports by the
time she opens her eyes in the morning.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Glaciers and Granola

sunflower seeds and stones
scattered across golden crispy oatmeal,
glacial moraines streams of crystal clear water
mahogany maple syrup
both worked across a pink Formica table
in a blue bowl or an undercut one dimensional
basin so lovely filled with rice,
or water, for washing a daughter, a small
one since the bowl is small, in goes
the granola, then the glacier soon melting
away to ice cubes floating in the sea.

OK, zany poem since it mixes the evenings events of making granola and talking about glaciers as Karen is preparing to go to Bern, Switzerland, to give a talk.  Bowls reminded me of the first (of only two) that I have memorized, by Kay Ryan, thus the allusion to bowls and rice, and then back
to climate change where glaciers melt into the sea.  The granola was quite tasty, I'm not sure I understood the glaciology.  

Sunday, July 10, 2011

The Gym

while I stepped daintily from side to side
in an effort to keep my balance, so tenaciously
a woman lunged across the floor, weights dangling
from muscled biceps lifting up and back and down
and a man did pushups on a bosu ball, one leg
extended, sweat dripping from his brow,
and another woman did splits on the leg machine
while idly chatting with a friend.
I continued stepping daintily from side to side,
shifting left, shifting right, so carefully as if
this could make my life somehow stop

Friday, July 8, 2011

busy signal

He thinks I’ll always be there,
like a couch there for the sitting.
I am running in the wind,
I am turning a page,
I am loving someone else,
I am tending a plant,
I am mourning a lost companion,
I am following stars in the sky,
I am studying the smallest things.
He may call me, I will not answer.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Farewell, Daisy

farewell to bright eyes and erect ears
a necklace of light brown fur
a lunge, a growl, a kiss, a hop.
farewell to you who was always there
rustling, chewing, crunching, through
divorce, graduations, loneliness and joy.
farewell to four little paws and a bunny tail,
grinding your teeth in the night as
I tossed and turned with one problem or another,
you were always there, patiently enduring
my tears drenching your fur, salon days
of hair dressing, nail clipping and other
delicate grooming matters we don't talk
about in proper company.
our adventures have ended, the floor is bare
where you hopped so recently towards fresh
carrot greens, lettuce and cooked oatmeal.
I’d rather you were there than the dresser 
S. moved to make sure you had a spot of
sunshine every morning.
memories endure and you, little Daisy,
will always be in my memories.
I miss you today, I will always
miss you, my fair Daisy.

Daisy died at age 13 1/2; the average life span of a house bunny is 8.  She was a very special rabbit and I miss her very much.  I fostered Daisy from the Humane Society for a week when she was a baby and was lunging at any potential adopters.  About a week after I brought her back, I rushed to the Humane Society to adopt her myself, knowing that she was not going to be adopted by anyone else with her terrible habits.  She gleefully terrorized many over the years, but finally mellowed when she fell in love with Snowflake, recently widowed by Butterscotch's death.  They lived happily until Snowflake died.  Over the last four years, Daisy seemingly beat back death many times but she got thinner and thinner, and I knew her time was coming.  She died on July 4th, 2011, peacefully and with no pain.  I held her in my arms most of that evening as she faded away even though I really needed to pack for an early flight out the next morning.  I finally laid her down on her side to attend to a few things.  When I came back to her about an hour later, she had passed away peacefully.  

Monday, July 4, 2011

Listen to the skies

the skies crackle tonight with man-made stars
glittering red, white and blue independence from what
sodium, magnesium, copper and gold
bricks stashed in the fed waiting for big business to
ask for more here they are Mr. CEO thanks
anytime we cheer for independence from what
our freedom and lives lost in Iraq and Afghanistan
for cheap gas and petroleum cum corn fast food
celebrations over BBQ pits, PBR and the right to
vote for another tax cut so we can rouse ourselves
at night from our campsite, pack up the tent
with the gates swinging shut behind us.
Just another day to celebrate American democracy at work.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Just Passing Through

in that exact moment
I blocked the sun, depriving that exact
section of sidewalk its seering heat
did it sigh in relief

I will never go back
cement will crack and break
its molecules gathered from so many before us
we are living for this moment.

Saturday, July 2, 2011


orange stems standing taller than the mail box
blocking the hand that tries to weave through tangled stems
as one flower shrivels and falls, another opens revealing
yellow pollen dusted stamen to all who rush by
important no doubt yet what more so than
watching this opening to the world
releasing a thousand  seeds, a thousand