Tag: poetry

  • Because It’s Art

    As a sidewalk artist I would draw a good-enough apple four or five feet across, filling the walkway, and I add a stem and one leaf, color the stem true brown. The leaf, because it’s art, is blue, the fruit pale green with a red blush on the shoulder. Pedestrians skirt the apple. A hairy […]

  • Where Beauty Lies

    In the botanic garden one Mallard sculls among the Monet lilies and imported Victorian platters, water dyed black for contrast. Plants sorted, labeled–bonsai here, Italian herbs there, a botany buffet, bite of desert cacti, taste of yellow chrysanthemums same color as the yellow fire hydrant. A tea house, one red squirrel, some bees, a dozen […]

  • Hawk Sighting

    That smooth oval body, compact, / plumage dark, dappled, seamless, / talons gripping the backyard fence, / scimitar head a slow swivel / searching for mice in leaf duff. // Imagine those hollow bones / that make flight easy, light. / Hawk waits, patience its profession. Then / lifts off, that grand transformation–/ a winged […]

  • THE INFLATED COST OF POETRY

    Prefab, bought on spec, an anthology too heavy, too thick, these words dribble onto the page, small sense in leftover language. And trees died for this paper splattered with ready-made lines languishing like dry toast served on a plastic plate. And I sit on my high bench, gavel in hand, sentencing this thievery to public […]

  • Water Speaks

    Clear when I fell from my mother cloud, I flow from PVC pipe amber as sun tea murky with suds honor faucet and drain burble greetings to crews at the city water works pause as a puddle and run to a nameless creek feeding a lake, trickle, cascade, drip from eave or icicle, open my […]