Some poems

Blast Plato

You say art is farce,
mere reflection of my real spot,
which, in turning, is sad reflection again.
But can't you see me here breathing in
both light and dark for good? Forget you Plato.

You imagine a better way, a sphere more complete
than what is in my spotted cave. Where there is change, celebration, process, seasons, chance, creativity and fallible men.
Go play with your world that isn't.
The Spring that never springs. The Fall that never falls. Go crazy Plato.

I love the crooked path I walk
with my mottled feet.
Where there is a spot of beauty in pain, and pain in the sweet.
Life is art made by my mottled feet.





Fun with You

all Fun is floating
above what's known

seeing the unexpected
to share with another

committing to memory
what i see myself do

with you, Fun.

but can the eyes focus?
will the shot be true?
Can I stand it a little longer?

don't say "enough."
don't lie down.
let it continue.

Happy Belated Bday Melissa!

When you were born I thought the tiny heart-shaped birthmark on your scalp proved that you were my sister. You were so cute!!!! Look at those doe eyes. The red shag carpet is fun to remember too.

Smart AND good. Something I struggled to be. And you rock in this bi-level do as few people can! And we had fun!! Remember when we put ketchup on my head and had me lay down by the mongo big screen fold-out with a wicked corner? David thought I was hurt. Dirty trick-probably my idea. Sorry for whatever else I made you do that was wrong--and for anything else I did to hurt you. Except we had fun too--crazy house, Monopoly interrupted by sprints to the pool, Christmas Eve Risk marathons. Your age allowed me to play Barbies well beyond what is probably considered normal.

Big hair days. This was a rough time for me and yours was coming soon. Growing up and facing our respective weaknesses, learning how to make decisions. And now we're old married ladies with kids. Hope you had a good birthday day with people and stuff to do that made you happy. Sorry this is late--it's not that I don't care, it's that I'm scattered.

Love to you always Melissa!!