
I am A Poet
This is not the love poem I planned to write.
I began with the best of intentions.
But last night, we thought we’d catch the evening news
to see if anything important had happened,
and every station was showing Youtube clips
of inconsequential garbage that didn’t matter a bit.
And then, this morning, the lead headline on CNN read,
Fewer homeless, a Bush legacy!
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Combinations
I savor a gourmet blend of Kona & Columbian in my morning grind. Peaches & cream… wine & cheese… peanut …
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On the Shores of San Onofre
Oh Medusa, you beguiled so many, basking with only your breasts exposed on the shores of San Onofre. Your hideous …
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When the Purple Arrives
It’s here so briefly… Those precious days when San Diego springs up purple! When the morning mist coats the coast …
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Tanja’s Women
I was leaving that bittersweet gathering, thinking it odd to celebrate your parting, not willing to consider this could be …
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Colony Collapse
Three weeks to moving day I asked each plant, “Do you want to come with me?” The artichokes, with laced …
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We Are the Women Who Occupy
We are the ones who saw through the lies, scoffed at the fear mongering, sang out, “It’s about time!” when …
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Her Name Matters
Her name matters as much as she does. She asks me: “How does a homeless person get money? Where do …
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Just Plant Me
When I’m finished here you don’t have to save anything. Not those boxes of memorabilia and books of photos. Surely …
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The Crushed Velvet Swatch
It wasn’t cut to any specific geometrical shape, just sewn into the quilt like a prized trophy pulled from a …
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More or Less
Give me more. I want more! Fill it up, and then some. I can’t afford it, nor can you, but …
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Death in Chiapas
She prayed with the other women in the church, in this makeshift place that is not home, this place that …
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