Monthly Archives: May 2016

Painted Bookcase

I should be in my study as I start a poem about a bookcase dear to me. But while I write I travel south on BART, and arrow west to the vicinity of office furniture: pale gray, matte black, veneers … Continue reading

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Perhaps I’ll integrate my heart and head. Shall I attempt consolidation, just the way my fingers interweave at rest, or like I used to braid my daughter’s hair? Or this: incorporate my soul instead – encourage it to excavate my … Continue reading

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Weekday Immigrant

The sidewalks teemed with joggers Thursday, when I ambled to the store before the heat. I wondered if tradition summoned men and women in their shorts to pavement-meet for exercise – a Thursday concrete run to counter Taco Tuesday’s calories? … Continue reading

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The Old Gray

I grew my first gray locks at 21: two silver segments clearly premature. A bit amused, I deemed I wasn’t done with dark. I dabbled with a new coiffure and color: long appointments, I would learn. Then year by year … Continue reading

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Dana was cleaning up after her little dinner party. The cousins had already left, but Laura remained to help. Her husband was away on business and she had agreed to spend the night. It had been years since the sisters … Continue reading

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I don’t admire man enough to make my god a man. I really don’t like people very much. I try to reason honestly, as clearly as I can, but can’t imagine deity with touch or ears or nose, or vocal … Continue reading

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Flight 6404 from Eugene

I see a line of 14 folks whose flight has been delayed, and every one of them appears resigned and patient: quite all right with change in plans. Each has a stratagem I can’t perceive. It’s San Francisco fog again … Continue reading

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