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Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Over Sylvia

Ariel's Sylvia Plath
A response to Sylvia Plath's Ariel

Over Sylvia*

today, ariel rides sylvia
pulling her down to earth
brown hair colored auburn
children raised
blackberries savored

death was never an option to go
the fantasies of suicide
deceiving that pain can sidestep
even her death is just a sleeping
the others carry on

our voices continue, swell
building line upon layer
the insatiable desire
to live will brook no breath of death
sabotage the mind if necessary

london horses will take whatever life
they are doled out
pleasure or labor
whatever their training
they are content to just exist

ariel is over thirty
over sylvia
over the self-destruction
yet still lost in the landscape
of sylvia’s mind

Feb 8, 2011

Monday, October 19, 2015


My husband I need
I need because I love him.

But the other …
I love him because I need him.

April 2003

Monday, October 12, 2015

Nothing Important

Nothing Important

I open my mail account
quickly scan the list for your address,
for your reply.
There are business suggestions
ways to improve my life,
invitations to flirt and be loved …
but nothing important.
Nothing from you.

Living my days
in hopeful moments,
anger felt turns back on me
keep reminding myself that
> you were never mine.

April 7, 2003



Scoundrel! Reprobate!
You tease; you bait;
using the words meant to prick
            meant to bite.
An innocuous smile
belying your true intention.
I know your desired response
            an elbow sharp to the bone,
a knee to the low back,
a knead down the spine.
This is just your
            deviant prelude to
a sadistic back massage
            and you cast me
as your dominatrix.

April 2003

Crooning to the Moon

Crooning to the Moon

Moon Imbri
Hi, Moon.
How’s my handsome?
Lying on the foot of the bed.
White fur against lilacs.
Other bully becomes my
Sweet baby, lover, pet.
Handsome Moon.
Sweet Moon.

April 7, 2003

Written Heart

Written Heart

Your name is in my heart
Hidden under black ink

So that none may know or suspect
That I remember your illicit touch.


Sunday, October 11, 2015

Valentine's Day; early poem

Valentine’s Day

Remembering past roles
Of the leading lady;
The script made of
Personal Reviews by friends,
Treasured letters from lovers,
Shared dreams.

I need no-one
To play the role of lover;
I will spend tonight
With all the people
I ever loved,
And truly be my real self, And applaud.

Feb 14, 1991