Posts tagged ‘minneapolis’

October 10, 2015


it’s 8:45 in the morning
i lie there, still,
in bed as our
cat claws the sides
of the mattress
to bare insides.
my love walks
nude in oils
and a black
loosely hung robe
between doors
and mirrors.
her understanding
affords daybreak’s
and then we roll in
the painted sheets–
moment’s ecstasy.
and then
the day went.
again alone i lie.

September 29, 2015

Autumn Symphony

Shrill scratches, a leaves’ song
on the fade pale of a paved road,

in the early dead of night,
where empty streets hail—

the quiet wind that blows a debris
of dried fronds to clump and to fold,

only noticed as you sliding—go,
following you along the way home.

September 23, 2015

whether weather

maybe rain
maybe sun,
maybe IDK
another day

September 17, 2015

Morning Light

An occurrence of light
sparking at sepia clouds,

this September storm was
dismantling a short night;

crashing, breaking, flashing,
calling all to bolt upright–

that proof was so strong,
becoming our new day.

September 15, 2015

Minnesota Word Association


Tax Dollars



September 14, 2015

uptown shine

exactly knowing & accurate
judgement are as frequent
as authenticity in the bar
lights & sidewalks of uptown.

September 10, 2015


days i wake bolt upright
nothing but happy.

it is here in southeast
or la crosse, or la crescent,

or whittier, or uptown
or dublin, or Washington Ave

where no one alive
can take that away.

nothing but happy here,
just to hit that snooze.

September 8, 2015


back to
the same thing,

still surprised
by change.

September 2, 2015

everyone, all important: and the legislation we don’t write

it takes on cracked radio waves
where a couch to rest on is,
a group of passionate people
to prove an important point…
but then there is nothing;
they would rally and disrupt,
but wouldn’t pull a single pen
to write a dot of legislation;
aimless, and still the group remains,
seething, holding signs: inequality,
exhaustive, as Occupy once was,
not realizing the implication,
of the reality: that is only
wealthy lives matter–to unify!
and one couldn’t pick a main
idea to write a paper on,
and will never hold hands with difference,
yet they could measure a day
walking, yelling, shouting, whatever,
in hopes that those listening
could change the way
that the wild wind blows.

but those ragged ears are powerless too,
they are the wrong demographic of listeners.

August 31, 2015

Cedar Lake South

Colors undulated in water’s reflection
Each vessel thrown motion on waves.
Daylight slipped between fast shadows
Astir with dust, sunscreen, and wake.

Reading and discussion as people laze,
Land mammals splashed with excitement.
Allowing the arched path of hot sun play,
Keeping covered eyes from its vibrance.

Etched in sand were castles and hills,
So many fantasies that were imagined.
On the surface a light breeze gave chills.
Under vast clear indigo sky’s advantage.

Those gathered took their weekend time;
Hurried for nothing, just this life alive.


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