You Know Your Meeting Is Long When … :: March 31, 2008

Rings in the wood grain
Of the conference table
Expand each hour …

Literary Longings :: March 29, 2008

In the used bookstore,
Desperate titles beckon,
Hoping for a touch.

Post-Katrina Metaphor :: March 28, 2008

Through the cracked blacktop
On Bourbon Street, honey bush
Pokes its slight, green fist.

Food for Thought :: March 26, 2008

New Orleans feels like
A warm beignet dipped into
Cold café au lait.

Regional Differences :: March 25, 2008

Gumbo and crawfish,
Spiced by blue fire, spar all night
Inside my bowels.

Death’s Scythe :: March 21, 2008

My toenail acts like
Death’s scythe, sending all my socks
To an early grave.

Visual Doppler Effect? :: March 20, 2008

The airplane’s image
Grows then shrinks along the car’s
Curving windshield.

Eastern Washington Scene :: March 16, 2008

Dispassionate clouds
Drag shimmering veils of rain
Across callous plains.

Hanford’s Legacy :: March 15, 2008

Radioactive
Tumbleweeds cartwheel over
Carpets of scrub brush.

Overdue Visit :: March 14, 2008

College memories,
Buried like fossils, surface
As we reunite.

Zen and the Art of Shaving :: March 13, 2008

The lone, wiry hair
Juts from my chin like bonsai
On a craggy peak.

Why I’m a Writer :: March 12, 2008

The meeting started
Full of sunshine; then I spoke
And dark clouds moved in.

Peek du Soleil :: March 11, 2008

The sun teases me
With glimpses of gorgeous beams
Through gossamer clouds.

I Hate Mondays :: March 10, 2008

Burrowed in my bed
Like a skittish mole, I cringe
As the morning breaks.

D.S.T. :: March 9, 2008

I mourn the hour,
Murdered in its prime by a
Government decree.

Together :: March 8, 2008

The moon shines brighter
For the darkness; together,
Each fits the other.

What Is a Lie? :: March 7, 2008

A lie is simply
Telling the truth about things
That did not happen.

Digging :: March 6, 2008

Today my writing
Feels like I am digging through
Hard ground with a spoon.

Just for Me :: March 5, 2008

The day is still. Gray.
Then a wayward breeze rustles
Green buds, just for me.

Below the Surface :: March 4, 2008

You opened your mouth
And out came death, wrapped up in
Rich honeysuckle.

What We Do :: March 3, 2008

Most of us don’t wake
Planning to cause people pain.
But that’s what we do.

Midnight Lindy Hop? :: March 2, 2008

Above me at night,
My neighbors transform into
Dancing elephants.

Branching Out :: March 1, 2008

Cutting up tree limbs,
I defy expectations
And dirty my hands.