Featured Poem- October, 2019

This poem was just published in the Fall edition of Vistas and Byways. This edition has a special section on Music and they choose this poem. Vistas and Byways the literature review by members of the San Francisco State OLLI program. They introduced it this way… “This frank poem describes how the author overcame inhibition…

EVENT: Blue Light at the Gallery Reading

Friday, October 4 – 7:00 pm  Check out the details over on the Events Page! (Click here to redirect) Featuring Christine Vovakes, author of I Didn’t Mean to ForgetHeather Saunders Estes, author of Inner Sunset Doug Gorney, Cover Artist of Inner Sunset Paul Fisher, author of Rumors of Shore Claudia Reder, author of How to Disappear AUTHORS OF BLUE LIGHT PRESS Marin…

Featured Poem – May, 2019

Red Velvet Cupcakes with almond cream cheese icing, still tenderly breathing from the oven. Crunch of the sugared cake crust in the midst of sweet softness. Red from the cochineal bugs, unabashedly and gloriously fake like stripes of fuchsia in a millennial’s hair. A classy surprise, pleased by its own display. I choose this poem…

Featured Poem April 1, 2019

One from my upcoming book of poems- Inner Sunset. These past few warm days set my winter kale to blossoming. Stars The kale went to flower and then seed.   In the midday warmth, pale green cabbage butterflies swirl and ride on yellow stars exploding out of plant tops, sparks from wands, slow motion fireworks….

Featured Poem March 1, 2019

There is so much rain. I need a flower poem! Lotus A dried bundle of seeming death in the dark and silence, my winter hyacinth. First roots grow slowly. Then her densely folded, tender tip emerges out the bulb. Tiny leaves are blanched naked, cold white grubs. From the downstairs cold closet I carry the…

Featured Poem February 14th, 2019 Valentine’s Day

I Saw A Quail, Sort Of Two Behind the squash courts along the scruffy parking lot, a trail leads off into the trees above the AIDS Memorial garden. It was close to me and seemed reluctant to run or fly away like they normally do, the nervous little things. I realized there was a dead…

Featured Poem, January 7, 2018

There Is A Bison In The Front Yard Ancient rhinoceros of our plains, one solitary bull shuffles and snuffles through autumn grasses. Mahogany mane surrounds a neckless horned head, and drapes humped shoulders, carpets upper front legs. There the robe ends, exposing naked buttocks, slender ankles, delicate hooves. Barely balancing a bow-legged bulk, he precisely…

Featured Poem, January 2019: Fires Burn in Paradise

Fires Burn in Paradise The San Francisco morning sky is dirty dish-water, texture of floating flour dust, smell of burning electrical wires. At our coast, silver mist and fog flows, ebbs, streams. This matte beige air is thick unmoving, silent. Code Red Air Quality looks like this. Up north, firefighters and neighbors battle, flee. I…