(from a dog-eared SAGA notebook, november 2000) this is how our love affair would go if you weren’t married, or straight, or celebate — and i don’t even know if you’re married, or straight or celebate, but if i did know, and you weren’t any of those things, or on the rebound, or dying … […]
Writing
something fishy about fifty
march 16, 2007, happy birthday kathy f you’re fifty, kathy, so of course i’m going to … think of you naked. it’s what you wanted, yes? well OK then, yes, i will think of you naked … and i will think of you in paris … not writing poetry, necessarily, but breathlessandtalkingfast and … eating; […]
the writers go for breakfast
Skim milk latte? We don’t do that OK, eggs florentine then. That’s with spinach, right? Um usually yeah but we’re out of spinach OK, without the spinach then. Are soy lattes any good? No Another latte, then, but this time without caffeine, please Hmmmm … Oh, do you not do decaf? Well, yeah, we “do” […]
black coffee
(apologies and gratitude to the good seussian doctor) my sister’s name is lonny mac she does not like her coffee black would she drink it in a cafe? would she drink it on a rainy day? would she drink it in a starbucks chair would she drink it here? (or there?) she would not drink […]
5-7-5 takes the sexy back
i want one hard kiss one barefoot dance in paris when the lights go out under the van gogh starry night is too cliche let’s make it renoir her mouth a campfire when she kisses me for real our lips will combust callie’s back in town that means lagers and flirting at the […]
vodka and orange trees
for CBC radio, edmonton poetry festival promo, sept. 2006 she was looking she was wondering she was trying to remember that burnt coffee cinnamon day at the muttart when the magpie when the bleeding sunrise when the orange tree blended into her blue reflection in the glass pyramids just so just so the bruised light […]
fridge spather
what the magnets said, part I: you almost always dream poetry and answer with desire happy woman she could never crack the world entertain these difficult ancient people they are short but mean
so much depends
so much depends read at the kasbar, dec. 6, 2006 (a love poem to all my poet friends — and a thank-you to some very talented people — in particular william carlos williams — because so much of what we do depends upon what came before.) so much depends upon the women who come and […]