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Message To A Former Friend
I just wanted to write and say, / in case you are hit tomorrow by a truck / or are swept from the beach by a freak wave
August 2015Three Seasons
In the early seventies / Greg and I moved back to the land. / Here, no National Guard, no protests / on the steps of Bank of America, / no hash to smuggle into Isla Vista.
July 2015We Would Never Sleep
We the people, we the one / times 320 million, I’m rounding up, there are really / too many grass blades to count, / wheat plants to tally, just see / the whole field swaying from here to that shy / blue mountain.
July 2015The Pearls
An engagement present from my husband’s parents, / they seemed like something from a yearbook photograph. / I’d have preferred a wrought-iron pendant, costume / beads that caught the sunlight.
June 2015On His Ninety-Fifth Birthday, I Find My Dead Father On The Internet
I can still picture the room where he set up his ham radio. / Homemade furniture. Threadbare rug. A small space heater.
June 2015Morning Song
Morning: fire of purple princess blossoms, / toddler pedaling furiously on a tricycle, / and the man unlocking his fix-it shop on the corner / with its hand-painted warning sign: / ALL MY STUFF IS NOT WORTH YOUR LIFE.
May 2015Selected Poems
— from “Storm On Galilee” | What’s instructive is not / that he walked on water / but that he seemed so unharassed / by the possibility of complete / and utter catastrophe.
May 2015At The Cafe
He was skirting the outdoor tables, smelling faintly of urine, / singing his song and muttering naughty comments that made us / smile, and I wondered how life would have been different / if he’d been my dad.
May 2015Fathers And Sons
Some things, they say, / one should not write about. I tried / to help my father comprehend / the toilet
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