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Samples of my Poetry

Granny’s Guide to the Galaxy


On nights when Florida pours herself

like molten sky into the darkness,

when breathing feels like drowning

and no one wants to swim though the night

to sit by your side, it might not be

the best idea to drop a hit of acid,

then ask your grandmother

how to clean puke from the wooden floor,

or tell her at length how you and the family cat

have “exchanged consciousness”

and now are both one and the same.


You might not want to tell her you’re “tripping balls,”

that the intensity of color, the liquid brown

of the cat’s eyes, the feel of the fur

beneath your hands made you want to weep,

though she did clean up the vomit,

make you a cup of chamomile tea,

wrap you in a soft blanket against the chills,

and sing you to sleep, dreaming

of  a time when just the thrill

of unfolding your limbs

into a run, or climbing to the top of a tree

was as high as you needed to be.



7/19/2015

7.15.2015

Published: August, 2017

North Of Oxford

https://northofoxford.wordpress.com/

Cold Front in Miami

No snow like back in ‘77

but it rained iguanas,

dropping like icicles from trees,

their catatonic bodies too cold to grip,

falling from mango, ficus, cabbage palm,

the hibiscus turned inward and brown,

bromeliads dried up on the spot, wind

sucked them dry, even the fish turned belly up

and vultures circled the bridges, perching

with the pelicans, who warily moved over.

The longest cold front in memory,

a world gone crazy with Floridians

bundled in scarves, coats, mittens,

extra blankets piled on the bed, reading

of earthquakes, landslides, blizzards.

Everyone still waiting for a sign.

Published: The Liberal Media Made Me Do It, 2013

Redshift*

(For Joshua)


Science states parallel lines do not intersect,

yet over the years, we have crossed paths

like swords in arms—combative, yes, but just

as often comradely, collusion and collision so similar,

as you spin off in your own orbit toward the future,

unknowable, mysterious, revealed only to psychics

attuned to the signs, while I, ignorant

and soon to be alone, can only wait for the “truth foretold,”

can only hope you have the tools to build

whatever you need for whatever storm will come.




*“A redshift occurs whenever a light source moves away from an observer”

Published in Sanctuary

Journal of the NCHC

 

Science and Sex


What of the world of Quantum Physics,

atoms and quarks, electrons,

particles, waves, and beams of light.

A flash is blue, bright cerulean blue

in a tundra of white, crystal hard.

Not many have seen it

and those that have, have names

like Newton or Galileo, even Edison,

perhaps now Gates, moving

from electron to silicone.


Perhaps this explains

how, untouched, I still yearn

for the excited rubbing of atoms—

yours against mine,

any you, any how,

as long as there are eyes

to look into, perhaps to swim,

perhaps to drown.

Published: Georgetown Review, 2005

 

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