Monthly Archives: October 2014

Hanford 1944

Hanford 1944 was published by Work Literary Magazine.

Jimi Kiss the Sky

“I am electric religion” — Jimi Hendrix

A tall glass of ice
purple infused essence
a hotel room where the windows
are painted with street riots
you collapsed worlds
spraying them with
day glo on sonic walls
It hurt to look away from you

You grew the blues up more
sexy, ugly, wild and beautiful
than your time could hold
leaving a mark
leaving more for us
than we thought
we could handle

Van Gogh of street sounds
Blake with a Stratocaster
Jimi we hardly knew you

Getting in the Game

For days he watched
the water taxis
come and go
across the shallow bay

Life was like chess
he thought. Each possibility
precluded many others
until few options remained

Finally, he set out
In his own leaky vessel
Landing on the far shore
and finding the trains not running

he spent his days walking the streets
buying art in back alleys, eating like
a high caste mandarin and watching
Chinese lap dances for the dead

To Raymond Carver

There is too much blue
in the world.

You taught us to mix
other colors into it.

Things are still very blue,
but now more interestingly so.

You taught us to stuff
our bathrobe pockets with notes

and to trust, to believe
they would fall out in useful places,

even if the place were dark
and love was a dream deferred.

Grandchild

You came and the world got better.
You came and irony went away.
You came and icicles sang.
You came and walruses sat up straighter.
You came and church steeples tilted in to listen.
You came and sheets felt softer.
You came and a hundred projects felt less important.
You came and relatives who never speak
talked about little things with their knees close together.
You came and smiles came down off the upper shelf.
You came and the world breathed a little easier.

Wintering Over

(first published by the Rainbow Journal)

the Ridgefield refuge
has old oak trees

the way we
have relatives

gathered
in clans

& spending decades
not speaking