Whitman Yoga

Walt Whitman does some beach yoga. Leaves of Grass Read Cartagena, 2013

The best sex poem you will have

Good things can be found via a well-edited Twitter account. Mine is not one. Per the advice of a few Twiterati friends, I am following back everyone and anyone who will follow me. So, I inevitably follow someone called ‘Bella Swan’ and another called ‘Cupid’s Arrow.’ No offense, but their thing is just not my […]

Bathroom Talk

  Watching you pee in front of me while we talk about not being late It’s true we shouldn’t be late to things I try to remember when we began peeing and talking In front of each other I wish I could remember I would tell you I wish I had to pee So that […]

The Feeling of Being Hungover

  Sometimes, I get so tired of poetry. It asks for so much – makes me feel hungover.   Or if I am hungover – makes me feel dumb and slow.   Like getting on the Freeway sometimes makes you want to hit reverse.   Written April 2013  

Poetry of the witch

From Ginosko Literary Journal’s 12th Edition. To read the complete poem, download the entire journal here. For other editions of Ginosko, click here.

Overdue Love Letter

  Minus the saliva on paper The hesitant comma Barely smeared   Impatient still Signed and dated Sealed   I offer every swerve Soft wrist and stiff neck   Dear, This is my wet black ink   Written 2005  

Fifteen Minutes

  In the fifteen minutes you claimed would elapse before you arrived at my house wearing a tuxedo,   I read Charles Bukowski and saw the December boat parade. Before you arrived, I heard blow horns punctuate the salsa CD   spinning in my bedroom. I read about Bukowski’s cats, both of them, and their […]

Late Night Poem

  It is no secret to me that Leonard Cohen drank too much wine late at night, listening to someone like Leonard Cohen on too much wine late at night. I am no better than myself.   The way I break down is sudden and graceful, with altruism, helping hand, my head held up so […]

Autóctono

  Un pueblo autóctono, explicaste, pesca y come; encuentra piedras hace regalos; corta paja vende sombreros; inventa sombra y luego la cobra.   Escrito 2007

Tragedy at Sushi Siam

  Today I read about poetic time and poetic space, about how allegories are imagined and metrics not.   I read about real efforts to compose, allusions, footnotes, tool sheds as help.   I read all this believing in it, not knowing that tonight you would be where I was,   and I would need […]

Sorry Afterthought

No language When spoken Suits me   I could try to remember more Read slower Drink less   Practice inserting one word into a daily sentence Oh! – The conversations   New sounds digested on my saturnine tongue Aardvark   Adjurations dropped after the birthday boy asked   Written 2009

Shell

  Not a slightly quivering shell covering solace love anymore Nor the sturdy come home sounding doors awake aside Ground fallen stymied lump of grab There here visible unto us   Growth of silence flowerlike confident bloom Room light thickened butter weight gasps of air Lungs confront chest mirror throat Styrofoam plea squeaks through   […]