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  • listening to Russian classical music reminds me

    Reminds me of this poem:

    Riding my bike at night (and Russian classical music)
    http://www.presssendpoetry.com/2010/08/riding-my-bike-at-night-and-russian.html

    happy rainy Monday~

    May 14, 2012

  • black eyeliner morning

    black eyeliner morning
    thin lines so intensely dark
    dredging up emotions like those rock n roll
    evenings of cigarrettes and skinny
    black jeans smeared
    sticky lines of whiskey, black dirt under
    fingernails cracked
    eyeliner like rebels haunting
    a low e

    May 11, 2012

  • saying goodbye (haiku)

    hand like a vise grip
    clamps not on ocean waves, so
    freely we swim on.

    May 10, 2012

  • did Alice have a choice?

    [i am the harbinger,
    the bell that tolls]

    whispers from the basement dirt of a deep dark
    hole, you stand on the edge and in an illusion
    of free will, you jump in feet first, then frantic
    free falling out of control past
    dark walls with eyes reminding constantly
    you did this, you did this,
    you, Alice, had a choice,

    [bells swing their heavy bodies, laughing
    from their deep dark depths]

    May 9, 2012

  • revisiting "like an old tin can (peek inside)"

    revisiting: Like an Old Tin Can (Peek Inside)

    http://www.presssendpoetry.com/2010/10/like-old-tin-can-peek-inside.html 

    ever think about this concept? pulling back the skin, slicing back the head, peeking inside to find… to find what? what would i find in your head?

    May 3, 2012

  • the way this art makes me feel

    the way this art makes me feel
    i am then
    like a swinging porch door creaking open and banging shut
    teasing in anticipation of a cool stormy breeze
    and i am then
    the way lovers can exchange eyes and express a novel of fantasy
    without words – without time
    and i am
    then this streak of paint hurriedly feasting on its own kind and laying back in
    carnal exhaustion.

    May 2, 2012

  • chasing around the hive

    constant buzzing
    so busy these mutant bees
    with their big hair and greedy eyes
    chasing around the hive
    the bigger and the better and
    the more, more, more!

    April 30, 2012

  • revisiting "Sip N Bite" (in Canton, MD)

    Revisiting an older poem today. Feels right~ considering the Sip N Bite just had a nice renovation 😉 Enjoy the weekend!

    Sip N Bite
    http://www.presssendpoetry.com/2010/02/sip-n-bite.html

    April 27, 2012

  • Isaac’s Blessing (Guest Post, American Life in Poetry)

    American Life in Poetry: Column 370
    BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE, 2004-2006
    Here’s a fine poem about family love and care by Janet Eigner, who lives in Santa Fe, New
    Mexico. You can feel that blessing touch the crown of your head, can’t you?

    Isaac’s Blessing

    When Isaac, a small, freckled boy
    approaching seven, visits us for Family Camp,
    playing pirate with his rubber sword,

    sometimes he slumps in grief,
    trudging along, his sacrifice and small violin
    in hand, his palm over his chest,

    saying, Mother is here
    in my heart. Before he leaves for home,
    we ask if he’d like a Jewish blessing.

    Our grandson’s handsome face ignites;
    he chirps a rousing, yes, for a long life.
    We unfold the prayer shawl,

    its Hebrew letters silvering the spring light,
    hold the white tallis above his head,
    recite the blessing in its ancient language

    and then the English, adding, for a long life.
    Isaac complains, the tallis didn’t
    touch his head, so he didn’t feel the blessing.

    We lower its silken ceiling
    to graze his dark hair,
    repeat the prayer.

    American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org),
    publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of
    Nebraska, Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2009 by Janet Eigner, whose most recent book of poetry is What Lasts is the Breath, Black Swan Editions, 2012. Reprinted from Cornstalk Mother, Pudding House Publications, 2009, by permission of Janet Eigner and the publisher. Introduction copyright 2012 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction’s author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts.


    American Life in Poetry ©2006 The Poetry Foundation
    Contact: alp@poetryfoundation.org
    This column does not accept unsolicited poetry.

    April 26, 2012

  • if he (in a fantasy) drowns

    if he, with his sideways eyes
    channeling a shark,
    spies

    her dress clinging
    to curves over-
    bursting with youth…

    [how he loves the preening
    the prancing the pressing,
    the way the fabric stretches like
    a second skin]

    if he, hands like sinking stones,
    reaches out, the
    girl

    vanishes in a
    wash of hopelessness
    like a trail of oxygen
    dissipating by drowning…

    April 23, 2012

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