Monday, December 22, 2008

Clickety-Clack.
The sounds 
of a dissertation
unstalled.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Dishes break themselves
on the kitchen floor.
Cupboard-doors slam
against the woodwork.

I watch as a woman
(who for so long
has been invisible)
tries to make herself known.
A women is bent
into a staircase
and walked upon.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

To her,
I am 
just a strange
sack of skin
with eyes.
We come home 
and find
the compassion 
we've saved
(for years)
is gone.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

A woman weeps
over gallon jugs:
three for a quarter
one for a dime.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Gray

I slip into silver
on the slipperiest
of slopes.
From faucet to drain -
she appears and vanishes
like drops of water.

Hands on a Mug

Oolong tea
oozes warmth
and reprise.
Unaccomplishment
whimpers
in a dream
of powdery snow
We are dragged
through winter days
so swollen 
with rain and mud

Holiday Conservation

We patch
together
and iron out
the torn
and crumpled-up
wrapping paper