Dropped Pages: solar strings

This was a poem dropped from Her Red Book. I still might include it in another book. solar strings dust is beautiful it floats in the stratosphere above the cumulonimbus and diffuses the waves making the sky blue azuring the eyes of the nomadic poet who learns the names of constellations like pop songs singing them in her head without sound with only light electromagnetic rays that bounce around the nape of her heart because in the middle world there is a such thing as sunshine Jump on The Monday Night Poetry Train The words “middle world” did not appear in the original poem. I borrowed them after hearing this wonderful post on TED. If you have 20 minutes to spare, this will curl your brain: Richard Dawkins Speaks on our Queer...

Dropped Pages: On the Night She Signed up for French Lessons

This is an odd little poem that was dropped from Her Red Book. (I’m not sure how the title relates… I think I literally signed up for French Lessons that evening.) ~ ~ ~ On the Night She Signed up for French Lessons The heat getting to her she was hallucinating one postcard from Gualala and she’s got the Pulitzer Prize Never mind the extra weight since she’s turned to chocolate cigarettes from Holland putting back everything she’s ever stolen a glance a minute or two in the executive chair with her eyes closed Funny thing was every time she stepped out of the kitchen she was startled by a man sitting at the diningroom table turns out it was only her raincoat and a potted cactus She sees familiar names in NY magazines and thinks I’ve got to get...

Dropped Pages: On the Night of the Flood of Ghosts

Dropped Pages is a series of poems that were originally dropped from my books and chapbooks. I have reclaimed them here. Dropped from Her Red Book On the Night of the Flood of Ghosts He says we’re those kind of friends some day one of us will be at the other’s funeral she pulls the death card    scythe and burning vardo in Texas flooding takes their friend’s home away and homes in Russia and the streets of Prague as Nigerian women sit on the dock at Texaco     and threaten to remove their clothing she says     the further we get from the heartache the more we can love the ghost of it recalling the decree of separation that left her the Toyota Corolla darkroom equipment piano and one cat named Quincy They revisit old loves who now have new loves...

Dropped Pages: On the Night of the Angelic Ellipse

Dropped Pages is a series of poems that were originally dropped from my books and chapbooks. I have reclaimed them here. Dropped from Her Red Book On the Night of the Angelic Ellipse She confuses her back porch for something wayward circles the peeling paint and rusty cans like wrinkles in a plan The white of her new uniform makes her smile while looking into classmates eyes opening their chests fire escapes overcomes their beautiful round faces The Korean instructor places his hand over her heart and when he moves away     she still feels presence     whispering in a halo She swears there are angels in the room when the lights are down    eyes closed she senses     a pressure from across the room and a voice counts to ten… At home in post-yoga trance a friend...

Dropped Pages – On the Night She Left Her Form

Dropped Pages is a series of poems that were originally dropped from my books or chapbooks. I have reclaimed them here. ~ ~ ~ This poem was dropped from Her Red Book. I’ve been tweaking it for years and have never been completely happy with it. Who was it that said perfection is the enemy of done? On the Night She Left Her Form her form is an extension of content so these spaces     the places she blows      (heart beat)     taps her foot these things are little character assassinations she is     content to watch the parade go by marching band step      arpeggio a graceful dive     speak hours of...