Being a poet
requires knowledge of language,
staring at water.

 
Tragedy is uncooked --
comedy with less flavor,
tears in the batter.
 
I rescue kittens –
Cry every time I flush
a goldfish downward.
 
Illness lingers still
after sixteen long dead months
living in her child.
 
A roadside carcass --
the feeling hangs over us
lingering in rain.
 
It flows through my blood,
monument of history,
a bodies’ landmarks.

I went to the poles
the whale loving tree monger
canceling your vote.

A week in a day
a prayer in the silence:
love note on a leaf.

First I was lonely
then I found the friend I'd lost
there in the mirror.

Hugging the kitten
whose nape of neck smells of sun
after a long rain.

Paper before me
"What would your God paint today?"
Mine would render you.

Full of ruby red
drunk on a hairy belly --
I can dream, can't I?

Today I am the cat
whose day stretches before me --
think I'll back to bed.

Windy autumn day
cross-eyed cat needs a helmet
as acorn bombs fall.

Sitting by myself
the conversation so rich --
quiet understands.
 
Marriage is messy --
coyote chewed his foot off
to free from the trap.

Grocery shopping,
cleaning house in pure quiet --
mundane so divine.