Chinese Fire Dragon
Sipping rose petal tea to go with my tattoo, my heart meridian, my right breast
Author
Communication
Let words do what lips cannot flow into us warm as milk our mouths the petals of a child.
Margaret’s Pearls
It was the small things that got us by in those days. Counting your blessings before bed, so you wouldn't wake up…
Mrs. Fitzgerald’s Bread
I make bread in my old clothes and my tatty apron with flour on it because that's my heaven! Hands in that soft…
The Sight of Planes
It was the sight of planes, On a cold morning, off to work, I looked at the sky
And felt the fear grip me
Full Strawberry Moon
We stood in my memories
of sunsets in Switzerland,
rose-gold colors on the lake,
the diamond halo
of a full…
Wild Love and Wisteria
I watched wild love and wisteria
wind itself
around our house
I wondered
would it wrap itself
around…
The Song of My Trees
I want to be the fire in the trees,
the peace in the flame,
when the Winter shrieking starts up.
Kintsukuroi
Oh the years of being
the incredible swimming cat
How I choked my lungs up
with smoke
and yelled and…
The Artist
It used to hurt me deeply
until I understood
where it was coming from
Now I know it has nothing
to do…
The Rose and the Honeysuckle
One blooms as the other is sipped,
the fragrance as sweet as the nectar. I’ll put it on my tongue, like a…
Alan Rickman and Social Injustice
In this dream, Alan Rickman was young. We were outside in nature but I don't know if we were by a beach or a desert…
Donde Tú Duermes
The train had left Atherton,
the trees brushed past my window.
I was going to San Francisco
to acting class, to…
Ghost Body
Ghost body, I want flesh and blood. Your heartbeat becomes a forgotten dream.
It stops when I open my eyes.…
Indian Paintbrush
Indian Paintbrush Like the cat who sleeps
on my bed, you lie curled
in the warmth my body left. …
When Jellyfish Dream Of Angels
When Jellyfish dream of Angels,they're tired of swallowing fire.They'd rather breathe it like the Hydra,who spit it…
Maya Indigo Heart
There's a door beneath my shoulder bladea temple portal with a stone GodWho breathes under watergills like wings…
Earth And Sky
I love you the way earth meets sky,
a burgundy sunset with silhouettes
of trees reaching for the evening…
I Just Write It “Love” (for Allan)
I wish you were a child so you can play with me If I turn into ice then you need to break me into…
A Summer Night In June
You gave me fireflies, a sea of dancing lights in my deepest dark.
To be knee-deep in sparkling faerie flame,…
Quiet Snow
A summer plum in the falling whispers of quiet snow,
I was ripe and round in your suppleness - your wise hands.…
Inside Roses
Inside Roses When I return to roses,
I slough off the dead skin
of cold iron and black branches. …
Poem for John Gabriel Borkman
precious, you said
and I melted like snow
dissolving
into heavy rain
sounding like
beating thunder
to wake…
A Meeting in Winter
I came to you
with my little feet
with my tiny diamonds
in the snow. You said
I was the sun on white…
The Seashell
Let me stay
in the pearl of sleep-wake
to curl myself
into a ball
under the covers'
protective shell.…