Poetry & Prose
 

Waters of many hues,

a sky painted by atmospherics

and clouds, and setting sun,

and emotions run wild.

Symbols of tarot
Lay out their meaning to be deciphered

Collapsing hopes on paper cards

I denied any meaning

Poetry, to me, is emotion or experience manifested in its most candid form. It is artistic expression so honest that only one sequence of words, thoughtfully and meticulously arranged, can express it. And though the content of its expression might be weakness, or embarrassment or fear or imperfection, the expression is perfect in itself. In this way, in this honest, perfect imperfection, my mother exemplifies poetry.

Fun now
to encounter unusual birds,
for here,
in the parks.

At sixteen, he hammers
black stones
to fit over breasts,
to bless the new wine

I mourn for my mother, like Demeter
created seasons with grief
a daughter makes Hades fill the role
he will never be as gentle

Every where I go
Voila! There I am. 

Making a mess. 

Can't even give a compliment
Without pissing off 
Some insecure housewife.

All About Being Rescued

As our minds travel in the same direction,
back to the same scene,
back to the moment of laughing out loud.
Traveling to the exact same place,
where we both knew just
what the other one meant.

I see you now

from Brooklyn

and on the train, larger 

than green lady liberty.

Flags waving
in the wind
warmer air.

Tasting of Hurricane

At sixteen, he hammers

black stones

to fit over breasts,

to bless the new wine

tasting of hurricane.

Paint brushes

how many times my mind wanders, 
Journeys, to thoughts of you
Memories that at times fail me

Jacitation
Jacitation

Jacitation

and no Amelioration

Fun now
to take the late train in the evening
Sort of an evening out
even if one is going home.

is probably an athlete,
or dancer--tall, slim easy
in her limbs as she rubs

I awoke in the morning on Dr. King’s Day
with his voice, his Dreams

Mom always says I ran before I could walk
don’t ask me how

Only his mother ever saw his face.

but i’m
gonna make this simple
you
kinda make my eyes dance and
i’m on an endless river bank
fuchsia rose petals under feet

This is a way to start a year in which our nation is in deep freeze