tissue evidence of my alergic reaction to the daily news,
camera, a purple ukulele,
a checkbook and several bills dyed coffee
song with scrawled chords
“all we are are our goodbyes” (Am C) and burned cd’s and picks and pin’s
a broken watch
a photo in a blue stone frame of a kid who threw a rock at me but […]

some snowy days are calm and bright and so oddly quiet they make you think words like ‘holy’.
some snows leave they sky white.
but some snowstorms, real snowstorms, bring the dark on early and they are not quiet.
it’s 4:30 now and it’s all dim blues and blacks outside,
you can see that a thickening of snow is […]

The pressing need for software
only happens to come to you
as you are approaching
the swell
of a new project or a
new stage. Time gets quicker
as the complexity of thoughts and looming tasks adds up.
At this point your mind begins to divide, or to slip more quickly
back and forth between perspectives: you are the delicately balanced master of […]

There is a room in the network of my memory
a place my nanny built in stories and birthday cards
that is a garden that she tends
where all us grandchildren are.
Her imagination twisted us descendant girls with fairytales
and still we have been lonely
looking for ourselves in her portraits.
What we didn’t see was the whirring camera in […]

i’ve been keeping this picture
trying to find the place where
it would be happiest, where it would do the most good.
Of all the hundreds of hundredths of seconds
i caught on that day on the way up
to trenton
this one is the best.

the light is getting dim.
the afternoon seemed good,
but now they’re pressing in (against the bricking,)
and taking all the air again.
this apartment looks out over
the whole fragile, breathing thing
and still the ice is record thin (we’re so useless-
taking all the air again.)
the road and everything it needs and bleeds is
in my ears and in my […]

marjorie wore the tired drawl,
and drunken sexiness,
and harsh quick wit,
that she’d found could draw her to the center of laughing men
and, usually,
keep her safe from them
until the mornings stretched long
and the feeling of missing something
took up too much space in the room
and all the customary jeans and gestures
didn’t fit.
And with the sad shock of having […]

Some voices sound out of lungs
like a fine oak barrell,
or at the edges of notes
run their hands through dry grain,
or play hard on the sinews of the face and throat
as though with a heart-broken bow.
Some sounds all feel the same.
When I closed my eyes outside that cabin,
our first winter in Canada,
the wind in the […]

some voices sound out of lungs
like a fine oak barrell,
or at the edges of notes
run their hands through dry grain,
or play the sinews of the face and throat
as though with a heart-broken bow.

I’ve started working on writing pieces that link together. Bits of poetry and prose and quotes from other people’s writing that expands the idea of the poetry, or that inspired it. I’ve learned a little xhtml and css to do this. I’m really a beginner with any kind of programming (they don’t teach that in […]