Street lights pass one-two-three-four
light-dark, light-dark, one-two-three
white dim passing car windows three-four
left hand on the steering wheel two-three
right hand in mine one-two your night lit face
glows, flickers two-three-four dark calm
in your eyes caught tree shadows reaching
one-two across your face three-four
for days two-three I kissed you in the dark
one-two you turn the wheel slow three-four
my hips press towards you one-two
left arm against your right, you squeeze
two-three tighter between my fingers
three-four I see beauty in your shadows
one-two you whisper, “I’m lost” two-three
you slow brake one-two-three draw S.O.S.
on dirty glass three-four my feet press
against the floor two-three I whisper back
two-three-four I’m here one-two right here
First published in Spectrum 7: What’s Your Heaven?
like separated socks
washed and dried apart
until, even if reunited,
they unequally fade
I see your threads fray
while my ankles pill
stop pulling and stretching
we were supposed to thin out
on parallel planes
but my heels are almost bare
and your toenails are cutting
who pulled you on in the dark?
First published in Spectrum 5: Every Poem is an Idea.
I want bows. I want them tied on the tips
of my fingers. I want the end wrapped up
like a gift ungiven left at the party we
never had. I want to open it before Christmas
before families who keep expecting life
to be a painting, a 1950s Norman Rockwell
digging his claws in my neck. I want to repeat
the refrain again and again so I can memorize
it. So I can feel the comfort of the familiar.
I want to make a circle around my head, my paper,
my rectangular room, to return to, to come
back again, to summarize the dust on my fingertips
covered in bows.
First published in Spectrum Anthology.
I speak you to the wind
and she carries the notes
of your name to the sky
I stand, hands empty
waiting for god
to speak you
back into my chest
but there is only
layer upon layer
of sound traffic
I speak again but find
no voice, no music
First published in Spectrum: An Anthology of Southern California Poets.
A little delayed on announcing this time, but I am again honored to be sharing pages in another Spectrum anthology, What’s Your Heaven? My poem written a couple years ago, “Comfort of Cars at Night”, found its home here. Poets I am thrilled to be included with are Lynn Bronstein, Don Kingfisher Campbell, Beverly Collins, Mark Fisher, Wyatt Underwood, and more! Get your own copy at Spectrum Publishing.
I am honored once again to be selected by the editor of the Spectrum series, Don Kingfisher Campbell, for Spectrum 3: LoveLoveLove, an anthology about love poems. My poem, “Diamond” is featured along with many other talented poets and friends, including Michael Cantin, Teresa Mei Chuc, Beverly Collins, Boris Ingles, Karineh Mahdessian, Ellyn Maybe, and my girl, Raquel Reyes-Lopez. You can obtain your own copy along with the others in the series by going to the website spectrumpublishing.blogspot.com.
I am honored to have my poem, “Bows”, included in the next anthology by Don Kingfisher Campbell, Spectrum 2: The Gift, centered around the theme of gifts. The release will be December 19th, at the Santa Catalina Branch Library on 999 E. Washington Blvd. in Pasadena, at 3 pm. There 61 poets in this edition, including some of my favorites: Teresa Mei Chuc, Beverly Collins, Boris Ingles, and Jeri Thompson!
I am thrilled to be included in this anthology of Southern California Poets put out by Don Kingfisher Campbell. All the poems had to be under 300 characters, not words, characters, including the title! Fortunately it was a perfect home for my short poem, “How Quiet Kills”. There will be a reading of the anthology poems on September 28th, from 7 to 9 pm, the Donald Wright Auditorium inside the Pasadena Central Library on 285 E. Walnut St. You can find out more about the event and the other 136 poets at the website: spectrumpublishing.blogspot.com. You can also RSVP on Facebook.