Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Sweet, seedy figs bridge (9/2/14)

Sweet, seedy figs bridge
this hot Indian Summer with 
cool, windy, cold Fall.

I want to be sharp, sharp, sharp! (9/5/14)

I want to be sharp, sharp, sharp!
But, like a dull knife,
I only cut bluntly.

The car glides along (9/7/14)

The car glides along--
she applies more makeup and 
removes the curlers.

I walk past roses (9/11/14)

I walk past roses
thinking about the drought, and 
dying bees.

I walked the beach last time (9/12)

I walked the beach last time,
hating the sand in my shoes.
Now I miss it.

New-ish dancers...

New-ish dancers
practice and...! A rarity!
Synchronicity!

Comforting drumming (9/18/14)

Comforting drumming
on the roof. Plants reach up to 
greet rain with parched leaves.

Small jumble of socks (9/24/14)

Small jumble of socks
piled on the comforter--
cold night air drifts in.

I bundled black socks (9/24/14)

I bundled black socks: 
the pile of faded color
depressed me.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

And Another!

Sweet, seedy figs bridge
this hot Indian Summer with 
cool, windy, cold Fall.

Yet Another Actually Written Today!

Nectarine juice on
my sticky hands-- the smell of
fading Summer.

Actually Also Written Today!

The corpse of a hawk--
I am sorrier than if
it were a turkey.

9/1/14

Summer's end?  Not here:
black and white birds fly past
parched grass to a green tree.

Kaleidoscope

Kaleidoscope:
a way of seeing old things
in new shapes and colors.


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I was introduced to the idea of "The Kaleidoscope" for battling clinical depression and negativity by the app called "SuperBetter."  I forget about it a lot, but it's a really valuable tool when I remember to use it.

8/31/14

Brown trees-- no water
to sustain them, nor the birds
lighting on their branches.

They Say...

The danger comes when 
inertia's gone-- you're alone
again, feeling too much.

More 8/5/14

Heavy clouds hang
in gray skies unmoving.
May the rain come!

Also 8/5/14

Welcome escape:
a king snake gently swallows

a sick mouse.

8/5/14

Small birds devour
seeds -- movement
in muggy inertia.

8/11/14

At least when I cough,
I don't feel lonely. I guess
I miss lots of phlegm.

8/13/14-- 2 Versions.

Dark periwinkle
curves of clouds, lit by the
bright yellow moon.  
Super!


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Dark periwinkle
curves of clouds, lit by the
bright yellow 
Supermoon.

Also Written 8/17/14 & about the Same Place

Sounds of crickets from
a stereo. I'd rather
hear the real thing. 

8/17/14

Grimy city, full
of human misery. Where
are the grass, trees, birds? 


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By all accounts of the well-traveled, San Francisco is a relatively clean city.  But that's not how it seemed to me this particular day.

Actually Written Today!

Sweet, seedy figs bridge
this hot Indian Summer with
cool, windy, cold Fall.

8/19/14

I long for figs--
sweet and seedy Summer fruit
praised by ancients. 

The Significance Pumpkin Bread Even in August

I blend the butter,
sugar, eggs, pumpkin. Comfort
comes in an hour.

8/20/14

Dreary skies shine gray.
Muggy air presses down, but a
brown dove soars up, up.

During the Napa Earthquake (We're All Fine-- Nothing Broken, No One Hurt in the Hattersley House)

Wake to rolling earth--
we hold hands in bed, waiting
for pictures to fall.

8/24/14

Cats knead blankets,
settling into balls of fur
on my wide lap.

8/28/14

Rushing in, she smells
of Earl Grey tea and cool night air.

Then, sounds of crickets.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

7/29/14

Cows walk the brown path
placidly, hooves still kicking up
dust in Summer's heat.

8/5/14

Heavy clouds hang
in gray skies unmoving.
May the rain come!

7/9/14

Perfect summer day--
mild, breezy, birds chirping--
I'm inside with blankets.


7/7/14

Chips and fudgsicles,
"Monk" reruns, cats on clean laundry...
still depressed and cold. 

7/7/14

Fifty-six degrees, 
cold and cloudy.  That's Summer
in the Bay for you.

Saturday, July 5, 2014

Believe me,

I know my poems
aren’t that good.
I comfort myself by hoping this means
that they won’t be quoted
on pillows or needlepoint.

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

5/27/14

Soaring in hot wind,
a vulture gracefully flies, 
looking for corpses.

4/25/14

When this song plays, I
always think of you. I like
the song anyway.

4/27/14 II

This bleak morning came
too early. And there were no
beignets-- just cold feet.

4/27/14

In my mouth the taste
is bitter. Searching my heart,
I found self-pity.

4/28/14

Dragonflies on rocks,
ants in crabgrass. Heat. Dust.
Summer's almost here.

4/30/14

Outside pulling weeds,
except sawthistles. To me,
they're pretty.

5/30/14

Outside pulling weeds, 
a lizard scrambles away
from my shadow. 

5/4/14

Cool of the evening--
dragonfly stops on a leaf
waving in the wind.

5/4/14

Tried to walk it off.
Still depressed when I got there,
despite warming sun.

5/4/14

Too often, Pop Tarts
are my anodyne for, 
well, everything. 

5/8/14

The smell of coffee
cheers me immensely on this 
dreary Spring morning.

Nan's Fingers

Soft white, Nan's fingers
trace Kitty's silent frame
with adoration. 

5/12/14

Who is expecting
perfection? Perhaps just me,
but feels like you too.

5/14/14

My hands tent the moth—
soft white wings flutter—
I release it with hope.

5/17/14

Yellow moon, lighting
dark sky. No birdsong until
morning sun appears.

5/30/14

Gray afternoon--
stag lies dead along the road,
cold and alone.

Breezes blow warmly...

Breezes blow warmly.
Through the open window-- the
smell of nectarines. 

At Studio Biongiorno II

Small fountain waters,
lone lavender plant in shade--
Summer's breezes blow.

At Studio Biongiorno

Cement garden strewn
with potted plants and fountains.
Some suburban peace.

Opening windows...

Opening windows
to fresh breezes and birdsong,
l listen and breathe.

In Santa Clara

I hope that possums 
and raccoons eat the ripe plums
that fall from your trees.

Rare moment of peace....

Rare moment of peace
from waves of doubt. Today's been
a rocky trip.

Summer sun glares down...

Summer sun glares down--
a crow hops in the shade 
of an old oak tree.

Crapola!

Crapola!  Woke up 
exhausted.  No amount of 
coffee can fix it.  

Thursday, May 22, 2014

#CFSME

Exhaustion floods me.
Wave after wave of illness;
treading equals life.

Saturday, April 26, 2014

That rush of anger...

That rush of anger
makes sleep impossible.  Aaaannddd...
I'm up at midnight.

Warm breeze circulates...

Warm breeze circulates--
on the path, pebbles and rocks--
my ungainly stride.

Almost a Daily Occurrence

I was all ready 
to meditate, but now I'm
so, SO distracted.

In a dark blue sky...

In a dark blue sky, 
a crescent moon lights the road
as I drive alone.

A bright crescent moon...

A bright crescent moon
is my only company
as I drive alone.

Slogging through the day...

Slogging through the day,
stumbling, bumbling, tired--
despite hot coffee.

Hot sun, iced coffee...

Hot sun, iced coffee,
the smell of small white flowers--
now we can gossip!

A dumb idea...

A dumb idea:
coq au vin and potatoes
on a hot Spring night. 

Fog rolls in, cold, gray...

Fog rolls in, cold, gray,
and damp. Daytime warmth gone now.
Where is my sweater?

Thanks, Everyone!

Thanks, Everyone! 
I've plodded about since lunch, 
spinach in my teeth. 

Perhaps happiness...

Perhaps happiness
is a blueberry donut 
and cup of coffee. 

All out of fat clothes...

All out of fat clothes, 
I eat these vegetables, 
purely out of guilt.

A couple of days...

A couple of days
of warm rays and strawberries
turn to cold Spring rain.

Spring! And two girls kiss!

Spring! And two girls kiss!
Well, actually, 
it's more of a glom.

Hot afternoons...

Hot afternoons,
cold mornings and nights. Alone,
I sip lukewarm tea.

Alone with sadness...

Alone with sadness, 
distractions, and tea, he waits
for the blood moon.

Too angry to sleep...

Too angry to sleep,
too sleepy to dance or fight.
Think of Spring flowers? 

Largest mug in house...

Largest mug in house,
now empty of coffee--
birds sing in sunshine.

Midafternoon heat...

Midafternoon heat--
waving feathers hide turkey's
decaying body.

Basho was fifty...

Basho was fifty.
I'm close, but with no sign of 
genius legacy!

Little songbirds hop...

Little songbirds hop--
cats mesmerized, with flat ears,
sneaking toward the glass.

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Gold sawthistles grow...

Gold sawthistles grow
next to glorified sisters.
See? They're pretty too
.


Here's a variation:
Unsung sawthistles
grow next to praised cousins on
weedy, verdant hills.

Another Pillow Test Fail

That rush of anger
makes sleep impossible.  Aaaannddd...
I'm up at midnight.

One tree on a hill...

One tree on a hill,
green and alone in a sea
of weeds and flowers.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Clumsily she wrote...

Clumsily she wrote
backwards C’s as a child.
You’d never know now.

Also Based on a True Story!

Green hills, gold poppies
and sawthistle, blue lupine-- 
through tears, all a blur.

Based on a True Story!

I've nothing to grieve,
yet I'm crying anyway.
So embarrassing.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Feelings can't be solved...

Feelings can't be solved
with chocolate.  Anyway,

that's the theory.

Lupine and poppies...

Lupine and poppies
intersperse with weeds, making
green hills beautiful.  

Friday, March 28, 2014

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Birds chirp, bees buzz....

Birds chirp, bees buzz-- here
and there, a flower or two.  
All I see are ants.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Rough rain sounds peaceful....

Rough rain sounds peaceful
on the thin roof if I stop
to listen to it.

Eating milk gravy...

Eating milk gravy 
right out of the pan, tasting
slightly sweet comfort.

An opened mouth, an,,,

An opened mouth, an
inserted foot:  the family
crest of my people.

Monday, January 20, 2014