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Words To My Mother
December 22, 2009, 10:27 pm
Filed under: Birthday Poetry, Mom, Writing

These words spread
like butter on morning toast
They warm
like cashmere and housecoats
They melt
like cheese on apple pie

These words keep me company
like late night phone calls
They lift me up
like a single eyebrow
They remind me
like leaving the house lists
photographs in books
cartoons on a refrigerator
notes on a mirror

These words are our words
un-ordinary dictionary
connotation collaboration
omission and completion.


December 20, 2009, 1:12 am
Filed under: Uncategorized, Writing

She calculated the freckles on her hand, noticing their
correlation to the black spots on the sun and the hole
in the O-Zone layer (which seemed to be hovering above
her head).

They're into working out, now.

Save 5s in their shoes

instead of buying cigarettes.


His continuous breath
between seconds --
how staccato
is many
and not just one --

 a mild hesitance
in the air,
that I can deny,
and do,
because I have no words for it.
There is the in-between,
and nothing else to prove
the feeling.

And so the air is heavier.
He feels it
I feel it
Perhaps physics offers an equation
To explain.