Thursday, October 27, 2011


my hair once famously swallowed an entire continent
back in the day, when it was long and sun streaked
and i wouldn't let anyone wash it
locks of cherry stain auburn hair like tentacles
reached out to pull atlantis in,
engulfing it before they'd even seen the sky grow dark

its appetites grew tamer as i grew older
and it confined itself to snacking
earrings, family pets, keys, and homework
until, tired of perpetually picking my own locks
i cut it off

it's growing again, slow but steady,
like jungles spreading out to reclaim abandoned earth
lately i find my hairpins disappearing
ten today, lost to the dark depths
soon it will have moved on to cars and bicycles
and maybe states,

but i am resigned.

it's worth it if you'll tug the tangles out
and knot your fingers through carnivorous chaos

we didn't need nevada anyway.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011


My darling readers. Sad news for you poetry enthusiasts. Next month is National Novel Writing Month. Yes, I do that too. And since it takes a wee bit more effort to write even a baby novel in a month, poetry may be a little short on the ground. Or I may write it as I procrastinate, who knows. But please forgive me. I love you all.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

The 99%

My words are on strike.
They say they will not longer express me.
You're too convoluted, they say.
Too complex and too bittersweet.
Say something nice, they say.
Something simple but resonant.
They say they are the 99%.
They are dissatisfied with this administration.
They would rather scrawl slogans in sharpie
and wave them at passersby
then involve themselves with art.
You're being a romantic again, they say.
There's no time for that in this economy.