More of my work
Some samples of my work for you to enjoy.
The Weed Tree
We have this tree, a weed tree.
It sprouts from a bush in our hedge along the driveway.
Disrupting the sight line
pushing its branches up to the sky like
A handful of pixie sticks
Pool chemicals will kill it says the gardener
Probably kill the bush too though
So yearly he climbs over the wall and hacks it down and
It disappears
We win for a whack-a-mole second
Until it comes back
Waving the victory flag
And we sigh.
But this morning that changed.
This morning the Spring dawn woke the dogs
And they woke me with soft sounds and hard stares
To go outside and do their dog things and eat the new grass
With that wide open mouth smacking
And I saw it
The tree, the weed
The morning sun that woke the dogs
Found the weed tree too
Above the sight line
Above the bush
And turned it to gold
Perfect Alchemy
The leaves glimmered like the plastic pirate doubloons
preschool teachers bury in the sandbox for the children to find so
their imaginations will take flight on finding
something that shouldn’t be there
their little fingers closing around it and pulling it from the sand
running to show you the treasure they found
How did that get there? You ask.
Must be something special that brought it here
something magical
in an unexpected place
Just like the weed tree
Turning gold in the morning light
The New Fad
We spent four days in a phonebooth
Braced against the metal
Faces on the cool glass
Seven of us stacked
Kickers tucked; claws retracted
I heard your digitized pants
Braced as we were in our box
We tried not to hurt each other
We tried not to get hurt
Muscles strained to keep the balance
We held onto the space between us where we could breathe
Where we could feel each other’s warmth
We froze and muted and glitched
We traded our soft bodies for zeros and ones
For pixels and bandwidth
Crackling, ship-to-shore, morse coded smoke signals
I must have longed for your voice
Even though I never heard it before.