Friday, July 3, 2020

New Mexican Ghazal











Full moon rises amber upon golden augmentations of the night
Autumnal ascent, Fire enters navy blue of night

Umber, ruby, amethyst, against marcasite
Colors captured in skies of day and night

Turquoise, carnelian, onyx, silver fetishes call
Desert jewelry for sale at a empty roadside stand at night

Stars glow in shattered shadowed escalations
The hills backdrop plains like curtains at night

Yellow and red flowering fruit upon fishhook barrels
along desert washes under full moon long shadowed night

Monday, May 18, 2020

Lockdown

The shrillness of the stillness is sickening to the quickening,
distancing from the potential of the dilemma of influenza,
no corona like lymphoma or pneumonia symptoms for me.
Covid novel eroded misquoted twaddle
this systemic epidemic Is pandemic.
The virus like phthirus affects our gyrus.
So, in our lockdown don’t break down instead let’s take down
the virus in isolation and filtration for the duration.

* this poem first appeared @ Pendemic.ie

Friday, April 17, 2020

A Poem not yet Written

A voice echos in my head
a heavenly choral refrain
chanting words from a poem
not yet written.
Marcel is a soft spring scent
an escaped ethnic flavor of San Jose
and I am an essential worker in these dire days.
Echoing despair singing bitterness
emojis might suffice in the retell
but that’s not what poetry is for.
So, when the cat gets your tongue
don’t let it eat your lunch.
Fleeting friendship of ideas
rear their ugly heads in anonymity
in yet another circle I am free
from that which holds me.
The door has sprung and exit
is allowed out of the choir’s chapel.

Saturday, October 12, 2019

Lake Baker Clean-up

Lake Baker clean up 
anniversary number five*

beside dead babies breath, mushrooms and fern fronds 
wrappers, bottles, needles, cans, car parts, plastic, and diapers 
kayaks, canoes, conservationists congregate 
camping in sun waned windy weather
buckets, bags, and pickers in gloved hands
success measured in shorelines and ditches

*J L Wright and her wife Kathy Smith, volunteers at the 2019 Clean up, we’re legally married on September 28, 2014

Wednesday, September 11, 2019

Chaotic Journeys

Looking out the RV window watching bear 
In the quiet of the northern summer night 
where there is too much light to sleep and 
we imagine there’s no place like home

It’s been a year since your fall down
a muddy bank at low tide the channel
was rank; rotting seaweed and fish
like the toilet in the corner of the garage

conversations in my head leave me
wondering about heaven and hell
“we need butter” he said, “there’s some 
in the freezer” the response. I glance

out the window, feel a twinge caused by 
an earring I took it off her writing desk. 
she’d often slip them off and rub gently.
In my dreams, I saved her maroon lobes

Monday, August 5, 2019

El Paso


200 or more in less than so many days - why is an AK an acceptable arm? This time Walmart and then another in a business area, a park, a church or school. This time racist rants warned us. This time is not the last time. They haven’t been able to shut it down. I listen to European news speak about the stupid Americans knowing that we are only set up for more damage, more destruction with single gunmen on rampages. I haven’t seen the list of names yet will it be one of my friends? Or children? The young man who did it sits alone in a cage for 20 or more hours a day for nigh on 20 years as 20 or more lay in boxes and another 20 plus in hospital beds. The cost for death nearly three times higher than imprisoning in max for life. The cost future generations lost.
rat tat tat echo
metal casings ringing heat
summer desert blossoms

Wednesday, May 22, 2019

52

Weeks in a year
cards in a deck
Ivory keys on a piano

An untouchable number 
for a touchable you
on this birthday