It’s leche when you ask for it, not milk – You sleep under a colcha, nice and warm. Your mother teaches Spanish every day To you to make an English-Spanish norm. And with your colcha/blanket on your head,

The rufous-sided towhee scratches leaves Away, to search for food in undergrowth. I watch him work. The forest arches eaves Between the sun and me, leaving us both Alone to watch the quiet workers scratch

My life began anew when you were born -- No, no -- it really happened when I learned That you would soon be born to us, my dear -- It's for you that my life has always burned.

My clothes lay torn on the flat stone, ripped by my frustrated hands. I lie naked, sandstone grains digging deep into my back, red as my sunburnt front. The sun warms the rattlesnake at my feet, the snake

We waste time, spend time, fill and pass the time We’re trapped in all its waves and ebbs and flows – We’re caught up in its rhythms and its rhyme. We treat time like it doesn’t cost a dime When we’re

A wood gate stands between me and the stairs; It bars me from the basement in my youth. I peer across the open slats, each tooth That stretches to my head’s unruly hairs. My mother pulls the gate down

Do you dare come with me – I, who descends Again through this abyss that once brought me Here to this place of dark dancing that lends Life a renewal of the sacred free? If you think forests like these

What need have I of wine when your soft flesh Makes drunken wings my soul? Oh, your soft flesh! I love the way the darkness hides within The folds, curves, dimples, creased in your soft flesh. Yes, dance,

Please treat me like a customer with cash To spend. Please be for-profit, wanting me Returning time and time again, with each Exchange increasing value endlessly. Don’t treat me like a bureaucrat would,

The fad is on the wall, pink poetry In motion – and you never mind emotion, The evolutionary logic, flea That irritates the mind. Reach for the lotion, Soothe every itch that poetry may bring. Go tame

Inside what universe do I deserve What I’ve been given when I married you? A dream walked in the restaurant, to serve Notice that all my dreams of love were true – True love walked in on me, the lovely

Self-organizing social systems were Not physical until you grew Into a wired order, new But not unknown – From mind you’re grown And, social, sprung a brand-new social spur. We social-network from our

The big lakes in the West are all dark blue - Lake Tahoe, the Great Salt Lake, and Bear Lake - Blue under the open sky, a dark hue To make the new naive mistake them fake. They're not the blue of spidered

We need to celebrate the trees again The way we did when we were young, When we would hide and climb and swing up in Them, bellowing with every lung, This tree is ours, drenched in adrenaline. We dreamed

Contemplate. The frozen butterflies will bleed in green As ice cave algae in the pumice desert – They rise, desert us, copper wings unseen. The hummingbirds with syrup wings sing red As arctic cacti bloom

Who would put a floating pearl in a cage? What kinds of winds would even rage From a gold and orange volcano cone To lift a black pearl all alone Above the mountain’s tricorn peaks? Why does the mountain,

The tryptophan trickles into the blood To tune down brain activity -- the couch Is so inviting after all this food -- The turkey sings us all to sleep, the pouch Of dressing spreads to fill our bellies

The old man sat out on his beach house porch And watched the white waves roll on to the shore. He looked out to the sea and seemed to do Nothing as he sat rocking day by day. The house was salt and sun

My love for you ever grows – A flower beautiful In the garden never knows How it is so plentiful. My life is a paradise Since I fell in love with you – I will always bear a price Unless I make our myth

The sun. The Greek sun. Bearing down on me – I feel him pressing on my head, I’m pressed To look for shade. I feel him on my neck, My shoulders. More and I would feel distressed. I understand the ancient