Poem: Look Closely

look closely

life is near


and there

between the streams

of consciousness and dreams



Pressed (poem)

Still, realizing real life pauses are important.

My mind speaks

“We can never represent it accurately”

My hand is pressed, cold palm to forehead

My fingers nestle deep in warm hair,

curve their nails lightly into my scalp

like waves of the ocean, brush by the tides.

But my eyes pause,

draw themselves closed, clothed, contorted overload of the land.

light, too bright, when I remember outside is night.

New moon, too soon leaves the room

slides by, hides, so sly.

Not I.

Sulk, slack, sit unseen.

Impressed with yourself for not wearing Maybelline.

It’s so obscene, you’re so damn lean.

Forgotten serenity, the entity of totality, til I’m almost ill.

Still, realizing real life pauses are important.

Pen poised, patient, prepared for the perfect timing to touch the paper,

to express a thought worth thinking (doesn’t happen a lot)

inking, indecodable, quotable quips.

Quick trip for some, an “oh yes, fun” then they “have to run”

always jump the gun… not saying I’m never one but what do they do once they are done?

I’d want a refund, but realize I refused to retrain my brain to refrain so I’d abstain~

Written 2002, Dec. 10th


Meaning (poem)

sadly structures rarely represent realistically

repeating rhythms

shaping sounds

making metaphors


sadly structures

rarely represent realistically


most meaning whittled away

with words

well intended

and poorly placed


*refound, written in 2001.

Whirling (poem)

…as I dive, derive, arrive again.


wheeled by a feeling

fresh unrest undressed


dealing with etched out eroded bones

bursting with unburdening, done.

Dovelike tail spins, spun

as I dive, derive, arrive again.

Tho I shutter with shivers unuttered, I don’t stutter but

become unfettered, refeathered


The flesh of this fish (poem)

From the moment I felt too close to you

Blushing at touching

Overlapping and apologizing

There was no denying

As we were filleting

More than the flesh of this fish was

Going to be exposed.

Because your eyes on me

Made me fumble

I was jumbling words

and stumbling for sentences

Everything got slippery

Scales shifted

You showed me the way

And made me try it for myself.



(I liked it.  Even if I don’t remember how to do it again in the future.)

(artwork by me in Notan Printmaking tradition)

Nomenclature (poem)

This is a poem I wrote Jan. 13th, 2015 at 10:43 am Hawaiian time. I just refound it.


In your abbreviated goodbye

I see it all very clear

The second you know you can affect me

Is the same as when you disappear.

You talk big story, say you want me to be raw and real,

How did I know when I tried

It would turn in to a raw deal?

But no matter,

rebuilding skin is second nature,

And I hate to say it, but it’s all nomenclature.

What you say I am and what you see

It’s just the version you attached to me.


I thought maybe you were different

Could see through to the other side.

But somehow I’m always just a symbol

And all I’ve got to keep is my pride.


Yes, I know I got a chest full of lions,

That no man has ever tamed

Not sure why I keep trying  to think all men aren’t the same.

So I lock up the cage again,

Walk around pretty untouchable me

Going into the jungle again to let me roam free

Maybe this was just the way my life was meant to be.


But when you caught my eye it felt more than fleeting

Sound disappeared in eye smiles meeting.

The way my heart felt, like it never felt before.

Each time I found you at the threshold of my door.


Now I wonder was it all a dream

Can anything ever be as good as how we seemed?

Cause it was give and take

and tea and cookies

The middle of the night and the sunrise

It was the running river and the stars above

I don’t want to wonder what happened to our love

Because life is beautiful and life is free

And that’s how I want to

Remember you and you me.


Why does it scare me to see your fallibility?

The trees lose their leaves,

The river gets muddy

And I never worry

Cause I know they’ll come around again

Grow again and clear.

170216 Magnetic Poetry

Internal gifts of moments
stretch through you
from time to forever
to never again.

I will also write out my refrigerator poetry by the pictures, since sometimes I can’t find all the words I want to use.  To learn more about the beginning of this process for me visit the first of my magnetic poetry posts.  For more poetry posts visit Poetry under the Projects tab of this site.

This first one encompasses the first four pictures so I will transcribe it here:

Internal gifts of moments

stretch through you

from time to forever

to never again.

And every minute is a deposit,

a correspondence,

an order to rebel against the faithless swarm

who are beaten and lost.

You are the one

who can remind them

that power lives in moments,

real and imagined.



This next poem had a few different endings and includes the next three pictures:




amid the stars

in the midnight sky


flood me

with the right




that i may see





and the last one for this round is simple:

ask the absurd

supply the response


170203 fridge poetry

create anything. art is in the image of everything.


create anything. art is in the image of everything.

img_6504life inserted choices around her.





always let the stemware go missing.

always may the kids run free.

come, as wine, with me.


not by the letter,


better. 😉

170202 my Magnetic Poetry

Tangled in this skin, I break the center and mend destiny, until my way is silent and strong as whole healing light.

To learn more about the start of this project visit Magnetic Poetry Creations post.  Today I cut up some new magnets I made and added some more old ones I made to the fridge.  I want to test and see if I can create worthwhile poetry anytime or if there’s a certain mood I need to be in.  I like a few of the pieces I created here, but still too soon to tell.  Again I will transcribe below each photo. img_6476

Tangled in this skin

I break the center and mend destiny

until my way is silent and strong as whole healing light.



life inserted choices around her



Just whisper the last full words

Terminal tradition,

living with death,

rejoice against disease,

a thing unto itself.

For all roots date back to a chance existence (other word choice for existence=beginning)

Complicated and pure,

in pleasure and repose.



enough said.






Do you earn life?

Walking ions innovating instantly.



Decisions must pay for their distinct shadows.



can our will be better?



Power calls every knife to action.



Embrace wise, gentle contradiction



People are for being.