Blue ivory hands
dance on the soft sunlit keys,
Childhood remembered
skies cry acid tears --
on drowned floors of rising seas,
mother of pearl weeps
deepening autumn...
the glow of cigarette stubs
in grandpa's ashtray
death of white tulips;
a remnant of my mother
in a dragon vase
Colorful eggs and
children dot the rolling hills?
the sound of laughter.
March Madness on my
mind?mouse pad with my eldest
son smiles up at me.
in our childhood woods -
beer bottles and a condom
where we used to play
snow early this year
today I cut Father's shirts
into quilt patch squares
Good mother. The sun
wearing leaves of white starlight.
Darkness bowing low.
children still at play
after a long dry summer
feet on brittle leaves
days of love and war
baby birds open beaks wide
reaching for the sky
fireworks in the sky
my brother-in-law gasps for
air on his deathbed
daughter placed bird seeds
in feeder outside window-
blue jay eats from ground
tangerine sunrise
spring wakes buds on birch branches-
sleepless night, child sick
man versus nature
like a child against parents
young and ignorant
long lost relative
sister seal swims on her side
heartbeat of the sea
old nest under eaves
handful of baby swallows
twitter in warm rains
glass bowl in classroom
children watch a tadpole swim
waiting for a frog
at The Dakota
Rosemary's Baby was born
Lennon lived and died
yesterday's children
silent ghosts of old New York
walk cobblestone streets
a child hides behind
these tender folds of wrinkles
clothed in ageless soul
the child awakens
a morning drawn in yellow,
orange, red Crayolas
Here, though kings, like the
best of their yolk, swept up by
fathers, wanting too.
I walk down this hill
to my grandmother's grave... no
pallbearer today
father's whisky breath
fierce storms on Saturday nights
summer turns to fall
I hear my father's
sneeze over the salt-thick wind,
but he is not here.
Mother finds his name
softly caress engraved stone
tucks him in at night.
Hollow victory
Got to the top of my field
Lost my family
opening the door
little one's laughter I hear-
a father's reward
She holds her mother's
hand, strokes it, and wishes for
how she use to be.
Chalked on the sidewalk
hopscotch boxes just waiting
for the child in me
Where the children grazed
cloven hooves lay in her hands,
she weeps for her kid.
The leaves fall, letters
sent to seeds, to let them know
their mother still cares.
sheets stir in the breeze
mother laughing in linens
a moment alone
rot lures butterflies
brown pear core stem protrudes dish
daughter screams, mouse, mouse
son of a black hole
daughter of a dying star
two humble burnouts