Thursday, April 6, 2017


Ocean Beach
rainy day at Ocean Beach (Sutro Walk March 2016)

I look forward to the sleep.
not today
or even tomorrow.
the deep sleep of not waking
will happen but not today,
today I move, I breathe,
I hope.
I look for the good in the world,
I keep going.
Some days are grey,
the cloud forms overhead,
voluminous, thick, foamy,
sometimes rain.
The rain comes for days,
and when I think it won't dissipate.
it dissipates.
Grateful for the Sun,
the warm, life-giving,
heartwarming, fingers tingling,
grateful, grass-growing, wind-willing,
growth and green.
The seas seen,
the footpaths walked.
The rose garden admired.
The Bench acquired.
and then
When that day is done,
just one.
I will sleep,
having seen the things I've seen,
and the world I've learned,
good people don't weep.
I will be asleep,
nothing in the world
will bother my mind,
alone and at peace.
Thankful to finally get the sleep.

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Day 5: Ground Squirrel

Day 5 Prompt: write a poem that is based in the natural world.


Ground Squirrel
hidden in the rocks,
grey fur on grey stone
lost then found,
hiding from prey..

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Day 4 Nightly Ritual

sleep comes soon.
the cat walks on my face,
settles down on my pillow and
wraps his tail
around my neck.
creates a furry scarf
and a purring to sleep.
a fuzzy corridor
opens in my mind
swirling, falling coma.
this sleep would be
very fine this time..
but then he stretches,
and digs his claws in.

Monday, April 3, 2017

Day 3: Impatient

Day 3 Prompt: Write an elegy – a poem that mourns or honors someone dead or something gone by.


I hurried along,
I tripped and fell
and still I
missed you.
Too late,
I left a note
in my head
and sent to you.
Wait for me,
I will come.
and I will meet you.
We will be
in the end.

Sunday, April 2, 2017

Day 2: Lemon Square

Day 2 Prompt : write a poem inspired by, or in the form of, a recipe!

Boxed lemon Squares.. Base came out fine but not as lemony good as going to Berkeley Espresso 😏

lemon square
but pliable.
broken bits
with fork
or fingers:
tart, sweet
lemony good.

Saturday, April 1, 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017

pomegranate seeds
a book by Hafez
a spring that sprung,
a wish by one..
a following- through
a garden for you..
a really bad poem
but another day done.

Thursday, October 27, 2016

friendship won't be announced


friendship won't be announced
like a call to dinner
no it will slip through the tracks,
on a bridge for trains long abandoned..
like sunlight through a grate.
It'll seep into the cracks,
down the deep well,
like a long-distance flood.
It'll mix into the dark
and let that ink bleed away..
tap-out the sadness
that's kept company all the days.

friendship happens
like the breeze that has blown
away a favorite hat.
that secret laugh that only
is known what it means,
all is well.. no need to tell.
no need to speak..
Just let it happen if it's wanted.
wake up in that light, let it shine
deep in the gutters of the soul.
and brighten things up around here.
friendship wont' be announced.