Saturday, November 30, 2019
WRITING THE POEM
Monday, November 25, 2019
THAT WE LIFT
That we lift
our eyes. That
the moment
holds. That we
own the light
which bathes us.
Someone wants
something more.
All I want
is silence.
Sunday, November 24, 2019
THE TRAIN SINGS
The train sings
in the distance.
Listen.
You can hear it
speak of wind
and rain
and sorrow.
The steel wheels
bear no solace.
Those rails carry
nothing forward
to tomorrow.
Saturday, November 23, 2019
THEOREM: A = NOT A
Friday, November 22, 2019
SO MANY I LOVE
So many I love
have died. That's what
we do, isn't it?
We die. My father
struggled with night
terrors at the end.
I had already
put my hand in his
and he said, "You
smelled him, didn't you,"
speaking of the demon-
tiger. The darkness
overwhelmed us.
It was a week later,
after we buried him,
I saw another
sadness, another
star winking out.
Thursday, November 21, 2019
PATIENCE, CHILD
Patience, child,
the angel said
to the poet.
There is no
reason to fuss.
And so it
was. The silence
was rich.
Wednesday, November 20, 2019
LOCK ME UP
Lock me up or I will
say the word
that stops the lying,
stops the hate,
stops the pain
inflicted on the innocent.
Lock me up or I will
say the word
that resists,
pushes back,
says no, no, no.
Lock me up or I will
say the word
that lets us join hands,
lets us support each other,
that makes us sister, brother.
Lock me up or I will
say the word.
You know it.
Say it with me.
Tuesday, November 19, 2019
THE STONES ARE / NOT
The stones are
not so quiet
as you might
think. Their grey
tenderness
gets lost in
the world's noise.
You cannot
listen to
chatter and
listen to
stones at the
same time.
What you pay
attention
to becomes
that which is.
Monday, November 18, 2019
OUR WAY
It is our way
always to reach
for the sky,
then to cry
when we can't
keep it.
We do this
again, again.
It is our way.
Sunday, November 17, 2019
DARKNESS CANNOT
Darkness cannot
survive the blue
of this water,
no matter
how deep the night.
Let it come.
There is another
tomorrow.
Saturday, November 16, 2019
LOSS
Friday, November 15, 2019
THE GODS
The gods are
small creatures
next to
poetry,
picking their
noses,
hoping
not to be
noticed.
Poetry
always pays
attention.
They shall not
be released.
Thursday, November 14, 2019
HER BREASTS
Wednesday, November 13, 2019
NOTHING / IS
Tuesday, November 12, 2019
SIT
Monday, November 11, 2019
THE TEAR
Sunday, November 10, 2019
IT IS NOT
Saturday, November 09, 2019
FARTHER / FROM HERE
Farther
from here,
nearer
the edge,
is where
the poems
are. That's
where I'm
going.
Don't wait
for me,
I may
be awhile.
Friday, November 08, 2019
CERTAIN SADNESS
Certain sadness
is all you have
in these, your
uncertain times.
Ask the angels
what it means
you cannot find
your way back
to silence.
Thursday, November 07, 2019
TO THE DARK
To the dark
which makes us
fearful, say
Come out, come out,
whoever
you are, then
dance til it
collapses.
Wednesday, November 06, 2019
IF EVEN
Tuesday, November 05, 2019
NOT / THE MOUNTAIN
