Word Play

Poetry Friday

WHEN A WOMAN LOVES A MAN When she says margarita she means daiquiri. When she says quixotic she means mercurial. And when she says, “I’ll never speak to you again,” she means, “Put your arms around me from behind as I stand disconsolate at the window.” He’s supposed to know that. When a man loves […]

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Poetry Friday

AN EASY SONG It’s rained every day since you Went away. I’ve been lonely, Lonely, empty, tenderness — Longing to kiss the corners Of your mouth as you smile Your special, inward, sensual, And ironic smile I love Because I know it means you Are content — content in French — A special, inward, sensual, […]

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Poetry Friday

DEAR MIGRAINE Dear Migraine, You’re the shadow shadow lurking in me and the lunatic light waiting in that shadow. Ghostwriter of my half-life, intention’s ambush I can’t prepare for, ruthless whammy you have me ogling a blinding sun, my right eye naked even with both lids closed— glowering sun, unerring navigator around this darkened room, […]

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Poetry Friday

THE ECSTASY You are not me, and I am never you except for thirty seconds in a year when ecstasy of coming, laughing at the same time or being cruel to know for certain what the other’s feeling charge some recognition. Not often when we talk though. Undressing to the daily logs of this petty […]

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Poetry Friday

SPONTANEOUS ME Spontaneous me, Nature, The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend hanging idly over my shoulder, The hill-side whiten’d with blossoms of the mountain ash, The same, late in autumn—the hues of red, yellow, drab, purple, and light and dark green, The rich coverlid […]

Life

A quick one while I’m away

Went to Stanford yesterday, to the Cantor Arts Center … many photos taken of naked people; of course, they were all made of bronze by Auguste Rodin, but still … way too many naked people. That’s why I’m a Cal fan instead. Of course another reason is because UC Santa Cruz doesn’t do the football […]