Poem4

Where We Sleep is an Arpeggio

A treble
cleft.

Three pieces:
of erotic longing

to be at once

a chord
bound.

Poem3

Beginning with lines from Oppen:

The heart uselessly opens
To 3 words, which is too little

you hold my hand
i love your palmistry

a red pulse does not mean
but vessels carry

feelings empty of nerves
their vibrating skin their seeds

the atriums full of pain
the hallways open for living

our scalpels sharpen
we are late

Poem2

Roman Warm Period--Pumakale

walk hot up
to blind & salty pools

to summer ponds
algae slicked columns

slip inside
the greening

to swim against
a history

Where We Sleep is an Arpeggio

and each dreams

a note broken

from its narrative.

And so it Begins, Poem1

The prompt: Title your poem, “Self-Portrait with ___________” and start writing from there.


Self-Portrait with Paper Flowers


a black rib, ribbed to cradle
each blossom

red crinkle
yellow husk

these ribs hold words in my chest
& paper clipped against my bones

a language meant for calling out
to the world how big

our hearts are

Late on the Parade

I'm a little late to have discovered this, but one of the nicest things occurs over at HTML Giant (or rather occurred in January and I missed it). Thanks Mike Young! You are a gem.


Also meant to update this a while ago, but life, you know...

Went to the hot springs last weekend with a cadre of poet-types. It was so nice. Hot, hot puddles & a cool breeze, blue skies. This after the best gyro I've had in the states. Still can't find one that's anything like what I had in Greece (It'd be so nice to discover a gyro place that put french fries in their gyro.)

Either way, these things make the list of Boise good times.

Entry 13: Gyros from Bosnian Express.
Entry 14: Hot springs.


Sometimes, life can be so good.

Mama Said

& so I believed her. She was an honest lady. I'd say it's a case of the Mondays, but baby it's Tuesday & I can't get it together.

Thankfully, I got 40 minutes left on the clock, every intention of stopping off at the Boise Co-op (ENTRY #12), to pick up New Belgium's TRIPPEL (the beer which I have recently become obsessed with). It's not a cheap beer, but I drink slow at home & it is delish...


Then I'm going to make this thing I've been thinking about all morning. Battered & pan fried sweet potatoes, with sweet chili sauce.

And then to read. And read. And read. For not my thesis (as I have successfully defended) but for my classes (which have fallen a bit by the wayside due to thesis... & mental exhaustion).

Thank god for good food & good beer.

ENTRY #11: Croquetas at Guernika. Yum. So yum.