Tuesday, January 31, 2012


Sunday, January 22, 2012

like a baby

a cat sleeps like a baby
all day long
and then at night
she roams the house
jumps on the bed
sniffs my ear
licks my cheek
and I wonder why
I can’t sleep.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Sleep like a baby

Forget who said what or what was wanted to be said.
Move around alot during the day.
Have someone or something soft and cuddly next to you.
Sensual soft somatic breeze enters, say thank you.
Invite amniotic dreams.
Smile, sleep like a baby.

Monday, January 16, 2012

the crack of light

when we leave the day of
            hopes and fears
we enter the soft night
            a dream field with its
sadness and resignation
only to wake and
repeat the cycle again and again
            until at last we stumble
upon the crack, the sliver
            of light which will
lead us home

Thursday, January 12, 2012


The world out         there        sometimes it doesn't exist
                  when the noose of night begins its quiet hold
        there is a ghost over your shoulder

and you, do not even know it

Wednesday, January 11, 2012


Mrs. Lindemeyer sat down at her work table. This is not the famous Mrs. Gladys Lindemeyer that you are undoubtedly thinking of, the one who is known for her dinner parties and her back yard full of dwarf lemon trees, the one who conducts classes in knitting. This is Mrs. Harriet Lindemeyer. She is actually the lesser known sister-in-law. While Gladys knits, Harriet does needlepoint. Gladys has boxes full of unwanted frumpy scarves, while Harriet creates exquisite landscapes of rolling hills complete with cattle, barns, farmers driving tractors. Her work has even been displayed at the American Folk Art Museum in New York. She started this craft when she purchased Rosey Grier's Needlepoint for Men on EBay. She had been fascinated by the title. It was one of those rare events that happen to a fortunate person when grace drops something in their lap and changes them forever.

Monday, January 9, 2012

Sunday Supper

We had Sunday Supper at the Lindemeyers
while I am trying to go Vegan as well as Gluten Free
I ate the baby pot roast and the Sourdough bread

Not wanting to offend Mrs. Lindemeyer
I sat for 60 minutes while she taught me how to knit
strands of gray merino still cling to my wedding ring

Cabernet Sauvignon called my name sweetly so I drank
and got drunk listening to the men plainly and neatly
discuss everything that was important

As we rounded out the night with a tour of the yard
a grove of miniature lemon trees made me happy
I took home a brown paper sack full of yellow joy

Monday, January 2, 2012

bitter orange

The slow flapping of curtains
a half open window
the scent of bitter orange
carried in on notes from Brian Eno
and so the passing of winter
vernal hopes reach out
past the confines of my heart