Monthly Archives: December 2014

In deep November there is disbelief A loss of faith that winter, not yet here, Will go about its business and be brief. Instead the season generates a fear That winter, once in place will stay that way Forever–cold and … Continue reading →

There’s a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. But it is quite possible that the world as we know it is but a trick, and that what we know, are little certain of, will end– can plummet from … Continue reading →

In another life, Emily Dickinson befriended Andre the Giant & bodyslammed him to the mat at Riverside Coliseum. Andre was impressed by her technique & white dress. ‘I have always depended on the excellence of execution,’ she winked. For his … Continue reading →

(for Dean) 1 unread & unknown I refuse to be still, see I am the spirit of all times a pulse that insists, a balanced thunder, my voice defying dark. I happen, muse. 2 they want me like this: the … Continue reading →

I am nothing you can’t handle and haven’t seen before. Bent by time and vocation, I dream of restoration beneath your healing hands. Their laying-on a dance and rhythm to make music of my bones. You untie the knots of … Continue reading →

“I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house,/Wherein at ease for aye to dwell”–Tennyson, “The Palace of Art” You cannot live in Art, they told him. Don’t trust in those dreams. The Lady of Shalott died by that river, you’ll recall. … Continue reading →

This here skating biz, it`s enough to put anyone on edge. Bladed ballet for some– kissing ice for me. My program is necessarily a short one: squeezed feet & aching sacro-iliac. My style arched & forever braced for collision. Free … Continue reading →

Down by the seacoast at Fishermen’s Cove We haul up the bright nets and empty our load And if luck’s on our side, we fill up the hold Then sail for the night lights of town chorus: And it’s way-way-way … Continue reading →

“Mariana in the moated grange.”–Measure for Measure, Shakespeare You lie on the bed your heart pounding & you think “Something’s missing again. I experience an absence like I’ve never known before. How did I get here?” And you talk to … Continue reading →

Something my Dad saw one day he wanted to keep. A memory of hoodoos in hot July. Walking the trail long before his cancer, long after his humiliating poverty and being taken advantage of one too many times. He must … Continue reading →