Small ethnic girl
born in Mount Kisco New York
raised in the country
hair often in long dark braids
covered in rosemary oil
70’s denim overalls
only child, wandering
in circles of words
waiting to be found
In the must of library books
soft yeast leavened paper
thick cotton
sturdy black ink
I longed to be a ballerina
my mother said “you will be a poet”
Excerpt from “How To Water Your Plants”
We scoured the desert
hours passed
like childhood
rusted nails, tethered in sets
a perfect cross
drift wood arranged
by the wind
lost door hinge
black tire lava, overflowing
witches brew
frozen into stones
plastic beach bones…
Inspired by a bespoke book found in the California desert.
“Yellow Dress”
Yellow chiffon slip dress
spun sugar nylon
holes in the seams
fragile
like a flower
I try it on
reminds me I am in need of repair
“Old Chair”
Old chair weathering
and returning to earth
a bursting poem scribbled on a napkin
graffiti messages in spray paint
heart shaped clouds
the electricity before the rain storm
all of life is art
waiting to happen
to be experienced
Poetry shows coming soon.
