More of a Cat Person

The dog calls us
to be our best dog self
or invent one if we don’t have it.

The dog sighs
into ham at the table,
believes that now
there will always be ham —
the growl and the whine
having made it so.

The dog wishes
for all doors to remain open,
all beds a field of glory
and pushing
head end or butt end
against some part of human.

The cat person resists, then
invents a dog self again,
seeks to know, again,

who the good boy is.





Through Any Open Window

You and I need to chuck all this
cranberry sauce and leftover boxes
sometime, join the Merchant Marine,
learn to sail and swear like tigers,
pace out the ring for a really good
sword fight, swing from all the ropes
and back again, through any open window
we happen to find, on any coast,
whether spice-scented or ordinary,
colored exactly like our own.


Paul Harvey and the Rest of the Story

What if I told you
you could have everything you wanted
as easily as icicles
falling off the gutters
of your grandparents’ screened-in porch?
And all it took was
a walk along the privet hedge
smelling privets
and dust, a sun that wasn’t your sun
because you weren’t in your town then?
What if I told you about electric blankets
and pianos, bananas and Cheerios, Paul Harvey
and the rest of the story? What if I told you
it’s all still there, somewhere,
if only you could get to it?


In the Interstice

I’m a woman in possession of her life,
and sometimes that’s enough
in the flash of Christmas lights
and police lights, bells ringing
everywhere. Coming out of the store
on this night before Thanksgiving,
I’m momentarily puzzled over
wet pavement, mist on my face,
as if, in the interstice between
my city exploding and the sick joke
of  ill-timed holidays, rain should not fit.


I’m Doing Some Remodeling

Hello …You might notice that things look a little different around here. That’s me at the top, for one thing. For another, I got rid of the clunky “editor and poet” business, and the last vestiges of my harebrained scheme to use this blog as any sort of moneymaking venture. This blog is, and has been for some time, the online home for my poetry and occasional updates or thoughts about such.

Also, I finally got up off that $18 so I can have the more simple domain name rather than the one. After resisting for years, it was easy and painless to give in at last.

There are probably more changes to come. A long-time, terrific follower of this blog has suggested that it really ought to be better organized. I agree — it’s one of those projects that keeps getting kicked down the road. It sounds like a good winter task, especially now that every last monarch has finally left our dining room.

A new theme might be in order, too. I like my current one, Ryu, just fine — or more than fine — but there’s no harm in trying something new. If you have any suggestions of themes you think work especially well for poetry blogs, I’d love to hear them.

What you see here is transitional, but I hope you’ll agree that I’ve taken some steps in the right direction. As always, thanks for visiting!