Saturday, December 22, 2007

Winter Hiatus :: December 22--January 1

Happy Holidays!
May the peace of the season
Find room in your hearts.

Always Be Prepared :: December 21, 2007

Packing my suitcase,
I put in 10 pairs of socks.
I’ll be gone eight days ...

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Writing Night #3 :: December 20, 2007

I wish that writing
Was like the shake of my heart,
The sigh of my lungs.

Immoral Morsels :: December 19, 2007

’Tis the season for
Devilish sugar dressed as
Angelic cookies.

You Are What You Drink :: December 18, 2007

Word by deadly word,
I take in the gossip like
Sips of slow poison.

Please Don’t Blow :: December 17, 2007

Lust boils inside me,
Steadily building pressure,
Showing signs of steam.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

That Seahawks Tint :: December 16, 2007

I watch Seattle
Show its true football colors:
Plain mediocher.

Don’t Tell PETA :: December 15, 2007

Why do yippy dogs
Make me want to punt their butts
Into Lake Union?

Doused :: December 14, 2007

Twelve hours of sleep
Calm my throat’s raging fires
Into red embers.

Circus Freak :: December 13, 2007

I break a glass and
Swallow its rough shards. At least,
That’s how my throat feels.

Losing Proposition :: December 12, 2007

Tasks swarm around me
Like a black cloud of vexed bees.
I duck and run home.

Some Walls Are Good :: December 11, 2007

Here’s a conundrum:
My art becomes freer when
It has boundaries.

The Daily Grind :: December 10, 2007

Finding poetry
In my mundane life is like
Licking sandpaper.

An Object in the Park :: December 9, 2007

She saw “cherry pie”;
I saw “PB&J sandwich.”
What was it really?

1 A.M. Concert :: December 8, 2007

The bedsprings above
Squeak in rhythm as they sing
Teenage love duets.

Sweet Seduction :: December 7, 2007

The cup of cocoa —
My first in more than a year —
Fills me with dark joy …

Friday, December 14, 2007

Bread Line :: December 6, 2007

At the youth shelter,
I offer Heather warm bread
And warmer wishes.

Fragmented :: December 5, 2007

My day has broken
Like Humpty Dumpty. Sadly,
I’m like the king’s men.

Good Morning Picasso! :: December 4, 2007

Stark light from the east
Flattens Seattle’s skyline
Into cubist art.

Mind Over Splatter :: December 3, 2007

Despite driving rain,
We carry our Christmas tree
Gaily through the streets.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Monthly Departure :: December 2, 2007

Dollars wave goodbye,
Their journey to creditors
About to begin …

Wintery Demise :: December 1, 2007

Feathery snowflakes
Coat Seattle in cotton,
Then shrink from the rain.