As far as I knew, I was lying on the grass, looking at the sky. Come to find out I was staring up at the roof of your mouth and its scattered white clouds. What gave it away were your lips, and how I noticed that they were lips to begin with was when IContinue reading “Clouds”
Category Archives: poetry
Song
Notes from the sky Constellations coming down A sudden C-sharp; the fall of F-minor Chords being torn from the Milky Way The universe in a solemn key
Opera
A sparkling operatic voice emanating from the 7-Eleven — strong soprano notes. A woman passing, stunned, looked around her as if someone called her name, or like something she lost long ago was suddenly within walking distance.
A Study of Orange
She had a bright yellow pen and a fat hardcover book with a lime green dust jacket. Her yoga pants were red like pomegranate, and her spa socks were slate. Her black and white cat played with a ribbon that was thick as Asian flat noodle. Her coffee was black and sat just so. ItContinue reading “A Study of Orange”
Weekend
The workweek has passed like a stone in the night. Happy reading & writing, everybody.
Describe espresso
Dark liquid, as if derived from near Earth’s core. Bitter, hard-hitting high notes, lingering long after, like an aroma carried by smoke.
White lies
Sugar-coated almonds at a wedding. You bury the bride in her white dress. While they are nice to look at, you cannot bite on pearls. For instance, I do not need to see an ivory piano on which Mozart played. Or if the piano were situated in a jewelry box, raised up as if onContinue reading “White lies”
Hanging to dry
My favorite blue towels hang to dry, and I see they are next to threadbare. Over the rack, they seem to have personality (or at least life.) The upshot is there’s still some drying left in them. After a shower, I get dressed and go to work. I walk across the long street to myContinue reading “Hanging to dry”
Black coffee and saucer
Black coffee in espresso cup resting on saucer atop secondhand book purchased for 25¢. In bed I continue reading Allen Ginsberg’s Planet News. Morning outside: the sun struggles against the clouds. Reminded of Whitman while reading. Reminded of proclamations, with Ginsberg’s text stretching from end to end on page after page. Reminded of Ferlinghetti, withContinue reading “Black coffee and saucer”
