Category: Poetry

Golden Globe Awards. Guess who won. Everything went down hill after that, damn it. Too bad Sue Lyon didn’t live in Europe. In Hollywood, they say “What have you done lately?” whereas in Europe they think you're as good as

the best you've ever been...

Even though you don’t face the painter

he captures your face.

Heraclitus asked, how can you hide

from what never goes away?

Spill out your excuses, your secrets, your lies. Crack open your ribs slowly, one at a time. Allow enough room to let me inside.

I knew he was the wolf, of course – meek as a retriever

on his bony back, frilled nightcap taut between the peaks

of his ears, drooling at the yeasty smell of my basket. Those

are some big teeth. Thing is, I’d walked into trouble’s mouth

before.

I want to be that person

the one who gracefully gets out of a pool

and their wet hair looks like an Herbal Essences ad

or a beach photo shoot

A signature is like a floating head above the water What you see from the shore is enough to call help.