Well, I made it--30 poems in as many days! My fellow scribblers at the Gaz and I are about to have a virtual party, but before I drink that imaginary champagne, I'll list a few of my favorite poems.
A woman is walking her blonde dog
when the world disappears. Shadows sweep
across the moon and swallow the houses
like trick swords and carnival fire. Things like that
should be packed away in a trunk, hidden
in the back of a truck someplace where people
are unshaken by the sight of a bloody sky,
who take each other onto the lawn to watch it bleed.
After the moon has crisped black, the curtain pulls back
on a paring of light. The bright spot blooms
behind the silhouette of a woman on stilts, lurching
above the trees. Her house is where she left it--
the yellow dog points it out with cocked ear and lifted paw.
She steps over the dog and the house. No one notices
the ragged sky she’s carrying on her back.
Our house floats by on the river,
brass knocker rapping
against the door. Sorrow enters
and it takes hours
for our belongings to slip
into the water, weeks for some to surface.
They come a few at a time,
out of context, altered. There is nothing
to be learned from this, no lesson,
just as there is no reason
why you, a mere flick of light and spine,
should turn inside out over
a faded pair of gloves turning up
in the bottom of a box you had earmarked
for the trash. Yet you shake them
like the hand of an old friend
whose face you had almost forgotten,
but whom you certainly would recognize,
if you ever saw him again.
The man pulls the wrench
from the toolbox, sets its jaws
on a valve. “No more running,” he says,
maybe thinking of his father,
three days dead in the ground.
All his life, the old man had to go
where the work was. Before he packed up
for the next new job, he'd fix what he could
in the house he was leaving.
His hands were calloused, his joints
stiff from a life that came apart in pieces.
Still, he cared for what he could not keep,
and left a son who knows the strength it takes
to raise a burden up and lay it down again.