Monday, September 25, 2006

Bukowski's voice
rumbles from the speakers
midnight thunderstorm

Sunday, September 24, 2006

autumn chill
the download
at 75%

Saturday, September 23, 2006

school parking lot
summer grass
flows into the drain

Friday, September 22, 2006

The Black Box Theatre

The lights dim; red, blue, green still trace our faces. Our stillness turns into movement, and back to stillness, no voice in our midst, no lines, just movement. We breathe as one in each new vector; exhale to a new partner. We trust our bodies to tell a story. We trust this black box to shadow who we really are.

moonless night
a boy and girl dance
in and out of headlights

Thursday, September 21, 2006

in the parking lot
a black bird
pecks at pecans
along with the black man
who holds a wedding invitation

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

in low clouds
the steeple
reminds me of the wine
that clouded our judgment

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

the motorcyclist
flashes his headlight
harvest moon

Monday, September 18, 2006

fallen leaves
another rejection slip
blows off my desk

Sunday, September 17, 2006

autumn equinox
half the puzzle still scattered
on the floor

Saturday, September 16, 2006

white petals
fall upon the cracked
as i question the pale
scars across her wrists

Friday, September 15, 2006

an orange toboggan
over grandpa's gray hair—
the moon pushes back the clouds

Thursday, September 14, 2006

"go get a nail!"
my father yells
hammering the screw

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

street corner
light flickers
in the rain

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

broken guitar strings—
her hair falls
into teary eyes

Monday, September 11, 2006

half moon—
the child slices
into a navel orange

Sunday, September 10, 2006

her new blue contacts.....the cocoon opens

Saturday, September 09, 2006 track
........betting slips tumble
through the dirt

Friday, September 08, 2006

cluttered desk
an ant paces up
the Norton Anthology

Thursday, September 07, 2006

empty theatre—
oedipus' blood
dries on the nightgown

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

our breath one
with the train's whistle

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

her book bag taps
the back bicycle tire—
summer's end

Monday, September 04, 2006

the last bite
of a pale apple—
crescent moon

Sunday, September 03, 2006

another news report
of a suicide bomber—
the Dahlia flower opens

Saturday, September 02, 2006

summer's end the heart monitor flat lines

Friday, September 01, 2006

adolescent literature class
she asks if I read
Derrida or Nietzsche