Sunday, June 27, 2010

Sun Haiku

The Sun sets her Self
on the uniVerse; See her
drip orgasmic hues!

Friday, June 18, 2010

My Simple Prayer

My simple prayer is this:

that I will be a source of
Life to others,

that I will bring Hope
to my neighbors,

that I will inspire the
Light in another,

and that I will love
deeply and honestly,
and without reserve.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Thunder Thighs

I am enthralled by Thunder,
how boldly and
boisterously she announces
her own coming,
her hot hungry
breath igniting the
sky in a
of electric ecstasy!

Thunder thighs, I grin
while slowly
and unapologetically
licking the salt
off my fingers,
which have been greedily
the inside of the
potato chip bag that now
lies empty in my lap.

Sunday, May 30, 2010


The sun drew me out to work in my garden and yard most of the day. I do not feel lonely when I am near to the earth. Most of the otherwise obnoxious sounds of my city street are drowned out in my communion with the earth, my ears tuned to the thudding soul of the soil. Maddie seems to understand this; as I am busy at my humble monk's work, she lies sprawled in the cold damp dirt content that her domain and all that abide in it are united, or she pants in the sun with an exquisite grin.

Placing my life in the rungs of the truest rickety ladder I've ever seen, I cut branch after branch with my meager pruning sheers; my plants need a channel of sunshine, and the recent rain produced growth in the wrong places. Something small and shy cringes with each clip, but each falling twiggy branch possesses a small relief, an exhale, a loss. I am familiar with the sharp inhale of preparation before a limb is pruned, followed by the dull ache from an open wound that knows and wants the sun.

Climbing down safely- my feet thank and honor the earth for her firmness- I am pleased to see that my work has not been in vain: a beam of sun pours through the now scraggly and naked tree onto my runty shaded Japanese fern. Welcome, I say to the light, which has honored my invitation.

Sunday, May 16, 2010


No one prepares a four year old,
tip-toeing back to her bed in the cold night,
to see a ghost--
a looming shadow at the end of the hall,
a draped sheet with two darkened circles
for eye holes,
a trick-or-treat costume: not allowed
in her home, for fear
of the devil.

No one knew,
or cared,
that the the devil had already
come upon her,
laughing heartily, and not at night.
He had been her best friend, her brother.
At four, she had already played with the devil
during daylight.


She gathered the ghost in her arms,
cloaked herself in its shadow,
carried it back to bed and,
in the secret of the dark night,
begged to know its white innocence.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Sonia Sanchez- Haiku

in a season of
beautiful clowns betrayals

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Hafiz, The Happy Virus, Beautiful Hands

I caught the happy virus last night
When I was out singing beneath the stars.
It is remarkably contagious--
So kiss me.


This is the kind of Friend
You are--
Without making me realize
My soul's anguished history,
You slip into my house at night,
And while I am sleeping,
You silently carry off
All my suffering and sordid past
In Your beautiful

Hafiz, The Subject Tonight is Love

The subject tonight is Love
And for tomorrow night as well,
As a matter of fact
I know of no better topic
For us to discuss
Until we all

Hafiz, Absolutely Clear

Don't surrender your loneliness
So quickly.
Let it cut more deep.

Let it ferment and season you
As few human
Or even divine ingredients can.

Something missing in my heart tonight
Has made my eyes so soft,
My voice
So tender,

My need of God

Saturday, January 2, 2010


drip paint all night
last song last cigarette
last joint today

last day?

come out and play
don't make me stay
inside all day

guzzle coffee ash cigarette soulsell
dark drink dark mind dark hell
darkness everywhere?

i fell

swallow f.scott
fitzgerald j.d.salinger
martini life
no man's wife
green light white light

search light

red capped city trapped
face slapped

everybody clapped.

Friday, January 1, 2010

prayer for two thousand ten

oh lord,
won't you buy me
a night on the town?
i'm counting on you, lord
please don't let me down
prove that you love me
and buy the next round
oh lord, won't you buy me
a night on the town?


2010: all you need is love.

there's nothing you can do
that can't be done
there's nothing you can sing
that can't be sung
nothing you can say,
but you can learn how to play the game

nothing you can make
that can't be made
no one you can save
that can't be saved
nothing you can do,
but you can learn how to be you in time

all you need

all you need

.love is all you need.

nothing you can know
that isn't known
nothing you can see
that isn't shown
nowhere you can be that isn't
where you're meant to be.

.love is all you need.