Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Access #1

Pulling out the words
From my mind. Pen to paper-
I access my voice.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Counting sheep to sleep-
Just looking for the sandman.
Will he never come?

Thursday, January 8, 2015

Losing eyelashes 
in the shower. Waiting to
feel your skin on mine.

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Passing Big Bend

The cyclops stare at us with red eyes
Daring us to sit at their tables
But we're just passing through

The cacti glow purple and orange 
As cotton candy floats in the sky
I haven't seen the juniper in miles

Where are the cacticae
The elder trees
The Gila monsters?

Monday, January 5, 2015

Smiling and driving
The bone machine sings to us
Where are we going?

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Lame Ass Winter Haiku

I see winter's chill
On your cheeks, feel winter's chill
Deep inside my bones

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Housing this body

11 years and I bled confusion and anger
Cursing the feminine parts of me for being too much too soon
And later
For feeling too little too late

 Grappling with loving the whole of me
And wondering about the hole in me

Housing this mind 
Is harder than housing this body 

Friday, January 2, 2015


My husband got music in his blood
Got rhythm in his bones
Got songs in his mouth

Tap tapping on a drum set
On a steering wheel
On our table
I hear him

This love is a song and we are the dancers
And just when I think I will fall
His song
His dance
Catches me

And I feel the music in his blood
Feel rhythm in his bones
See songs in his mouth