At Twelve There were three diamonds of light in the corner by the stairs: One – above the light switch dirtied by finger marks Two – on the closet where a young ghost was crouched, Three – below the smooth, metallic image of a saint Like constellations (the Seven Sisters), they seemed to know the […]
Want it easy like a ball of yarn, easy like a Minute Rice, cheap mac and cheese easy like Lionel Ritchie on a Sunday mornin’, easy like every Wal Mart at every intersection of every town of every every. And there are other places to shop, I hear rumors there used to be one on […]
Red Plastic Paper Towel Holder My red plastic paper towel holder is loved by all who see it worshiped by the minions who touch it desired by those who can’t and understood by no one but me The Great Fruit War Fanny and Danny sit on the beach, a small container of blueberries beside them. […]
Did you see my mother, or her face?
Your first morning will come by way
of the neighbor’s rooster. Doña Luz will
fry you some breakfast before you leave
The trail’s arch just weeks ago
began in such firm dignity.
say sheaths. Perhaps Narcissus. I go to pick up my typewriter, the smell of clean oil, it’s raining, a few intermittent drops a Sidney Greenstreet could walk between. Yesterday I drove the Interstate to see Beulah, in the Lutheran rest home: "They’re driving me bananas." What enigma– dame, woman, babe, lady, commuter, brave shotgun rider […]
Let’s take a Road Trip
along ambush alley
where the bushes are on fire
An ongoing collection of poems against the impending war in Iraq "SEVEN UNSUCCESSFUL ATTEMPTS AT MEMORIALIZING THOSE KILLED IN ACTION" by Phil Vassallo 1. Nothing but the darkness hears the dying soldiers lying on the landscape crying for their mothers. 2. The skies collapse on ruptured earth. Survivors count the casualties. 3. Floodlights guide the […]
The next table must be talking about Bushy’s State of the Union last night– "the Joint Chiefs even jumped up and down" * the arbitrary spur of excitement * Academic Lunch Women have more subtle antennae . I’m "working" on my salad greens. Not even a glance at her ambiguous ring finger alerts […]
"Yesterday, we had a nice brick house and four vehicles.
Today, we don’t own a toothbrush."
Mossy Grove, Tennessee
I pull at my husband’s arm
as if that tug will tether
a strand of my hair to a braid.
The Lost Boys removed
from the coffin’s lip like
tea cups stuck to a saucer
With folded hands but answerless.
The spark is a good dog. Giuseppe sucks! It is well trained. It heels. Architects call electricians sparkies, They do what Giuseppe tells them! The wall cannot be broken by a fist. Giuseppe sucks! It is a solid thing. It contains. Architects call bricklayers brickies. They do what Giuseppe tells them! The shower has good […]