New Poem - Family

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This poem's a snapshot of my childhood.  Poor as we were, we had some great summers sometimes.
This was one of them.  I've written before about how games shaped our family.  Here's a brief window into that devotion.

FAMILY

Three children sleeping across a Monopoly set.

A note squats on Free Parking, impatiently scrawled with a magic marker:

Weenie's Turn. Dozing without blankets.

A thick sheen of sweat coating their syrupy cheeks.

Discarded Slurpee cups, a Little Caesar's

Pizza box, A radio (won in an costume contest), still lightly playing, set to

"Kara's Love Line". And, as these siblings dream,

A caller (Charlene) with a catch in her midnight speaking voice

Dedicates

A song to her husband

(Rafael) serving overseas in Japan.

Kara, the sensual DJ, hums to life. She soothes,

Each word caresses the evening air. A little pause, and Heatwave's

"Always and Forever" cradles the sleeping trio.

There, until morning, these children remain.

Stuffed with romance and sugar and paper money.

Poem - Now

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NOW

The web of flesh

between my thumb

and index finger

is a reset button. I pinch

and press it when overwhelmed by

the hazards of memory, the persistence

and manufacture of future time .

There's pain. Kind which slams shut the book of distant daydream.

A second passes. No poems are written.

No elegies of the past held.

Every fiber on my skin yearns for a signal.

Unprotected, eager, accepting each new force

without coveting.

New Poem - Reverie

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Here's a new poem (well, new to those who aren't patrons on Patreon - and if you aren't - DO IT! Super cheap.  Starts at a buck a month, and I send you personalized, curated things I make daily.

REVERIE

You. You are clad in a slip 

of storm-shadow. Afternoon 

daydreams on a spartan bed. 

Until the moment you rise

and feel the sudden weight upon your brow, 

You maintain that magic circle, 

Feed the mewling, frightened worms 

with stories of her, 

The love-that-is-to-be. 

A soft, time-worn hand cradles in the thin light 

an imagined waist. An unused pillow 

is simulacra for her nape. There is no face. 

No combination of sage syllables 

forming a clear name. 

No sign. You listen for a voice, and hear the low and present hum 

of the living city. 

Two clues keep the spell electric; 

She secrets the faint, gentle scent of chocolate, 

and bears a warm, crackling embrace. 

She presses you hard, and every hair, 

every scent, every mark on your skin 

is measured.

New Poem - Tenacity

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Here's a poem I wrote recently.  Patreon folk got to see it first.  (guys, it's sooooo cheap and easy to join, become a patron, and get all kinds of perks and curated stuff.  At this point, I just pity you for not being part of the cool kids club)


TENACITY

if 

there's blood, 

let me be 

manzanita, 

sanded slick and smooth by covert growth. 

Let it slake away. 

Keep my diet mean and temperate. 

Find me shining in an unswept grove 

like a crimson-orange bone, 

clutching the memory 

of three month's 

water sip. Breathe, 

I breathe in full, quiet 

comfort. And, should your feet betray you, 

lop me from the branch.  I'll support your wary, 

shuffling 

                gait 

til neither air nor water can further move us