Poems

Lines of verse, of course.

• A Pale Blanket

  Leaving early one day I caught the sunset in progress. By the time the train was almost over the harbour, the sky was this amazing buttery yellow, and I wish I could just fly right into the colour.

• Way Down in the Marrow

  Music is a good way to combat the winter blahs. I hear certain songs and they shake me out of my fugue, even on a Monday morning.

• Fishing

  Sometimes I feel like I'm looking to hard for something poetic and coming up empty-handed. Passing by the harbour twice every day brings fishing to mind. These exercises are an attempt to let go of that effort and just write insignificant things for the sake of writing.

• Bright and Empty

  Earlier this month I began using the time during my morning commute to scribble down poetry into my PDA. It is very rough and more a writing exercise, but I hope it becomes fodder for something more.

• The Sun Slipped Away

  Usually I leave work after dark, since it gets dark so early this time of year. The long hours of darkness tend to make me pretty weary, and I project that feeling on things around me.

• The Only Love Poem I Can Write

  Will I ever stop obsessing about the ocean? Probably not. I'm just a water baby.

• The Window

  It all started with this dream of a house on the edge of a forest, with a kitchen window looking directly into the trees. Somehow it turned into a poem.

• Flicker

  A thunderstorm makes me think of kids playing flashlight tag. I let my imagination run with that.

• Poetry and the American Voice

• The Hawk

• Slice of Moon Dessert

• The Lady of Shallott

• Paper Flower

• CRUSHed/crushED

• In Celebration

• On a Ferry

• Imperfect

• The Barbie Poem

• Browngirl

• California, Coming Home

• La Chingada

• Cupid & Psyche

• Dead

• Not Quite of the Earth

• Elementals

• Can I Forget About You?

• The Nightly Headlines

• Juneau

• Meditation on the Sea

• The Mermaid of Zennor

• Wide Open Night

• Plot

• Gold Road