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Spiraling Tanka

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on September 14, 2012| 2 Comments »

here, darling, here
is my so open hand, waiting
for you to write
a thousand secrets, your tears,
your scent, your hum the ink

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If I Just Lay Here Tanka

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on September 2, 2012| 2 Comments »

The bell does not forget
how to ring just because
no one plays it
so it is
with love

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how things change tanka

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on August 18, 2012| 3 Comments »

not right away
but at some point
it happened,
this barren, sterile field
began, so many shades, to bloom

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I Used to Blame You for not Seeing Me

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on August 11, 2012| 9 Comments »

with one hand
I wave for you
to see me
with the other
I retie my mask

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Gravity Tanka

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on August 9, 2012| 3 Comments »

only after
my own arms
relaxed
did I feel how I am
so gently being held

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Tanka

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on August 6, 2012| 4 Comments »

the river song
fills the evening—an homage
not to flow
but to what
stands in its way

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Change: Six Attempts

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on July 28, 2012| 3 Comments »

I tell myself
there will be more light
still I don’t like it
this scent of old wood splintering
as the roof blows apart

*

my life packed
in boxes–the urge
to lose them

*

the orchards in us
not enough hands
to harvest all this ripeness

*

one heron
in great blue wings he gathers
the whole world

*

I thought I knew
who I was, then the bars
bent enough
I could slip outside of her
how many bars don’t I see?

*

sky so pink
I make of myself
an offering

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Working with What Is Here: Six Tanka

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on July 20, 2012| 2 Comments »

in today’s mail
the cornbread recipe
her slanted cursive
the last meal
we ever shared

*

all evening
rain and for hours
double rainbow
too sweet for poems
but oh, so sweet

*

now
it burns
the noose
of an old
lie

*

in aisle seven
the sulky girl hugs a bag
of jumbo marshmallows
you must have said no,
the stranger says to me

*

even the splash
of dishwater heart-shaped
on the counter
any excuse
to think of love

*

waving
at the woman
in the green pick up
I toss a poem
to her rearview mirror

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At the Poetry Reading Tanka

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on July 13, 2012| 3 Comments »

for Valerie

implausibly balanced
on strappy bright pink heels,
the poem shows its scars—
I long to touch them gingerly
but they touch me

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The Morning After Making Dinner with Rostropovich

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on July 1, 2012| 2 Comments »

soft thread of tune
beyond humming
still the attempt

*
though the musician
is long, long gone
strands of dark arpeggios
tucked
in my hair

*

because
he once played
that Bach prelude
I feel now so
beautiful

*

long after
the listening
still listening

*

almost like lips
bruised from a night of kissing
my ears this morning after

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