Monday Potes on Tuesday: Retro-Pome

I’ve been wanting to write about the birds for weeks. We have character birds in the neighborhood. They are my confidants. But alas, the poem has not unwound itself from the glue-sticky of fresh wordness. So, I am posting a retro poem. If you can call the early 90’s retro. I was flipping through an old poetry chapbook I printed 16 years ago and found this funny little piece. The idea of the poem was to write 3 stanzas using all the the same words, but in a different order each time. I notice that I stayed with the same 4 commas, semi-colon and tab space, too. But I did take one small liberty. Can anyone spot it? It’s not as hard as you might think. If you do, I will mail this chapbook to you. It feels like freshman Danika Dinsmore poetry, but at...

Dropped Pages – Whale Calls

Late for the train. Let’s blame it on the time change, shall we? This was a poem dropped from Every Day Angels and Other Near Death Experiences. whale calls clouds in two separate directions      move overhead skink on rock, copper head world a smooth glass the largeness      of your palm on my ribs I was going to sleep before in the jungle your smile I couldn’t help but love that every step gentle      the way it should be each stop equal to the last or next balancing at the base or edge of something I understand you hanakapai beach milky way fired from pink you take pictures of a young couple celebrating by the shore           like...

Dropped Pages – No One Home

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 Everyday Angels and Other Near Death Experiences. no one home among the letters one pressed daisy a sweet tattoo like crayon marks on the wall everyone has witnessed at least one miracle the cat came home with me after the divorce, as did the piano even if you never write back even if you think of me as a sliver I love my love it is what I have when your heart is missing the...

Monday Poetry Train – Dropped Pages – August in America

Dropped Pages is a series of poems that were originally dropped from my books and chapbooks. I have reclaimed them here. This poem was dropped from Everyday Angels and Other Near Death Experiences. I will mail a copy of the book to the first person who can tell me what famous affair had I just learned about (had just been confessed to the public) when I wrote this poem. August in America were you lonely was the music crisp was her skin soft and welcoming curves of an angel             falling like a friend did you close your eyes slow down a moment no where to go             no sin no voices          no death did you hold her in that end of time forgetting          forgotten           and full is there space for tantra in the new millennium is dancing      far...

Poetry Train – Dropped Pages – On the Day of Silhouettes

Dropped Pages is a series of poems that were originally dropped from my books and chapbooks. I have reclaimed them here. left out of Her Red Book On the Day of Silhouettes Out the train window she sees cut-outs mountains gulls Man in rowboat fishing water like something one can touch     but not hold defiantly on the still lake she hears the word “moon”     from a child’s lips and there it is she practices looking w/out naming now that love has surprised her once again she goes to church and sings grateful for the roundness of the choir she picks this future a calm fortress against the long hours of drive ambition the release tastes like a careless trip honey sunsets always remind her of sunsets they replace each other that way like the speed of...