Tuesday, September 5, 2017

women weeping

give me strength
i begged
the strength of a woman,
one tear of your mother's grace
her fortitude in the dust

that is strength enough for me

to sob, 
wail, cry in the dirt
and know i am not first 
nor last 
of women weeping 

give me strength

Friday, July 21, 2017

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

haiku for Jesus

is the redemption of this corrupt body
through your blood
or my ink?

Thursday, April 20, 2017

haiku for yehuda amichai

what's the difference
between a poem of jerusalem
and a love poem?

Friday, April 14, 2017

the judgement

i wrap myself in the tatters of my spirit
and go uncovered before the assembly 
a harlot revealed in the presence of the elders
face black with the ashes of run kohl
are these the tears of shame or devastation?

"these are your sins
fornication & licentiousness 
adultery in heart and mind

you have burned yeast and honey
baked cakes to the lady
drunk the blood of beasts

you have laid, 
not only with husbands 
but with the lepers
and are known to kiss their sores

you have touched the red kite
and the cormorant 
the horned owl you have buried
and it flew again

your adulteries steeped 
in the blood of your womb
and you lay before gods 
of your own devising

you steal and lie 
in polyester dresses
and adorn your skin with ink
black as your own heart

furthermore, this a holy day
and still your heart seeks revenge
like water in the desert"

these are the sins,
and this is the judgement:

that by my filthied hands
the one i love is put to death

i cast the first stone and the last
from impure look to unclean deed
and by my stones is true love beaten down
inch by gasping bloody inch

Sunday, March 19, 2017


now and again
i shave my legs
blade scraping off
layers of skin
til i bleed

hair and soap
remorse and blood
swirling down the drain

as if to say
one day it will be spring

Friday, March 17, 2017

the only worth all granting

i cannot conceive
the empty grave
when yours lies
full as my womb
with the child
bearing your name

God lives in
secret parts of me
no longer touched

come home
fuck up my shopping list
let me eat smooth
organic peanut butter
and deli counter olives
drink your sloppy
salt water kisses

fuck up our bed

maybe then we'll talk
maybe then
we'll touch on
God and me