Posted in Poetry on Nov 8th, 2012 No Comments »
I’m the opposite of famous I’m the person you’ve met four times —Once we even spoke in your office— And you still don’t remember me I’m the person who registers for events And ends up with a hand-written name tag I’m the person who— I’m thinking I haven’t been loud enough, or Obnoxious enough to [...]
Posted in Poetry on Apr 1st, 2011 4 Comments »
As you glanced up—your eyes only asking the usual questions— he gave you his first and last name, the doctor and the reason for his visit—a follow up. You seemed not to be busy— not preoccupied in any overt way, and yet you could not have listened at all—not at all, for you asked [...]
Posted in Poetry on Dec 23rd, 2010 No Comments »
We measure snow by inches, Remove it by the shovel full, blow it from our way We make it into forts, into men, into Artillery we lob at enemies over low, icy parapets We brush it from our shoulders, Let it fall upon our tongues It sparkles even in moonlight, when each crystal Seems to [...]
Posted in Poetry on Dec 7th, 1998 No Comments »
A hundred pairs of feet shuffle in an awkward dance, moving aside, forward, back or over, moving to get a closer look, to be out of the way, to move on in the slow progression snaking their way through the exhibit. Her paintings are shown in a logical sequence: earliest works to later works, interspersed [...]
Posted in Poetry on Nov 20th, 1998 No Comments »
She watched him pull off the old Band-Aid, not quickly so it wouldn’t hurt, but slowly, over weeks, each unavoidable tug done as she watched his vulnerability being torn away with hair and skin. The wound had needed more care than he had given it though— she could see that, and through her eyes he [...]
