Friday, December 15, 2017

I
poured
the
glass
two
thirds
way
up
thought
who
am
I
kidding
poured
some
more

I
need
that
back
that
look
I
just
gave
you
I
didn’t
mean
it
I
didn’t





Thursday, December 14, 2017

arabian
angel
darkest
jewel
her
warm
heart’s
cold
to
the
touch

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

I
wrote
you
a
text
I
erased
then
wrote
you
another
I
erased

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

I
just
need
some
looney
tunes
a
neon
room
calgon
take
me
away

Monday, December 11, 2017

green
black
foggy
washington
highway
I
hadn’t
forgotten
about

Sunday, December 10, 2017

anything
you
want
one
of
these
crazy
old
nights
you
got
it
baby

Saturday, December 9, 2017

I’ll
tell
you
everything
pour
me
a
glass
lean
into
my
breath
we’ll
share

Friday, December 8, 2017

I
feel
like
I
write
pretty
poems
always
then
I
read
her
poems


Thursday, December 7, 2017

let
me
be
your
blessing
in
disguise
say
my
name
like
lamé
on
wine

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

it’s
not
fair
that
I
should
think
of
you
so
much
I've
other
things
to
do




Tuesday, December 5, 2017

maybe
I
should
go
mad
a
garden
where
everyone
wears
white
sounds
nice


Monday, December 4, 2017

it’s
the
moon
she
made
my
head
swoon
my
heart
fall
and
fall
and
fall
and
fall

Sunday, December 3, 2017

I
know
my
eyes
betray
me
boy
how
otherwise
would
you
believe
me

Saturday, December 2, 2017

white
jungle
canopy
your
arms
I
could
live
in
them
with
ease
you
beast


Friday, December 1, 2017

I
stayed
up
all
night
reading
dreamt
of
my
grandmother’s
pinochle
hands

Thursday, November 30, 2017

I
know
you
big
big
love
your
heart
is
in
your
eyes
when
you
look
at
me


Wednesday, November 29, 2017

I
stared
at
my
poems
stared
into
my
hands
stared
out
the
window

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

I
dreamt
of
hoping
the
day
would
end
even
before
the
day
began

Monday, November 27, 2017

some
like
hands
I
like
the
mouth
we
could
learn
from
the
african
wild
dog

Sunday, November 26, 2017

to
have
a
heart
two
sizes
too
small
might
be
the
darkest
blight
of
all

my
lips
are
naked
pink
why
not
me
completely
drain
you
why
not
me

Saturday, November 25, 2017

I
could
live
in
that
brown
town
in
that
brown
mobile
home
it’d
be
just
fine

ugh
mom
you
listen
to
old
lady
music
she
said
like
nirvana

Friday, November 24, 2017

the
teeny
tiny
totoro
that
the
girls
had
lost
I
found
in
a
plant

Thursday, November 23, 2017

the
night
made
for
twilight
and
the
pines
held
their
place
on
the
horizon

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

fabulously
distressed
contextually
distraught
stoking
my
megrims

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

you
stuck
around
november
rose
pinking
up
my
grey
and
damp
for
me

Monday, November 20, 2017

she
speaks
so
you
don’t
have
to
I
tell
you
I’ve
seen
it
I
do
it
too

Sunday, November 19, 2017

I
can
forgive
you
anything
forget
all
just
hold
my
hair
again

Saturday, November 18, 2017

when
you
come
from
behind
and
hold
my
hair
like
that
my
skin
gets
hot
and

Friday, November 17, 2017

I
always
miss
him
but
this
isn’t
confession
and
you
all
aren’t
priests

Thursday, November 16, 2017

and
even
though
we
ain’t
got
money
I’m
so
in
love
with
you
honey

-kenny loggins

in
dreams
I’m
crystal
gayle
in
stevie
nicks’
clothes
dripping
of
elvira


Wednesday, November 15, 2017

I
slowly
lit
candles
in
all
the
rooms
like
placing
their
souls
about

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

the
sweet
sounds
coming
from
his
speakers
made
me
wanna
be
in
his
car

Monday, November 13, 2017

we
buy
art
and
food
for
our
children
but
what
we
need’s
a
pair
of
pants

Sunday, November 12, 2017

ugh
blerg
um
uh
eh
uh-huh
huh
nah
yah
ah
ha
uh-oh
ew
whoa
yikes


Saturday, November 11, 2017

once
was
the
angry
13
year
old
tomboy
with
the
baggy
plaid
shirts
leaf
blower
blowing
hammer
hammering
car
horn
honking
dog
barking

Friday, November 10, 2017

the
streetlamp
at
night
shining
on
just
the
lower
half
of
the
fir
tree

Thursday, November 9, 2017

you
know
what
we
need
to
do
rita
break
on
through
to
the
other
side


Wednesday, November 8, 2017

I’m
just
a
writer
I
walk
through
your
dreams
and
invent
the
future

-richard siken


let’s
say
in
a
dream
you
died
but
you
didn’t
know
that
that’s
how
you’d
die

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

it’s
as
simple
as
the
wind
or
cars
rushing
past
sounding
like
the
sea

Monday, November 6, 2017

black
stork
pull
your
cups
the
three
of
the
queen
of
you
feel
me
sweet
young
friend
boy
I’m
no
whisper
but
I
can
I’m
thunder
and
lightning
in
your
hand

Sunday, November 5, 2017

who
am
I
to
have
this
poem
what
good
could
I
ever
do
for
it

Saturday, November 4, 2017

I
let
the
man
walk
by
I
didn’t
say
hi
or
look
him
in
the
eye


Friday, November 3, 2017

you
wanted
to
be
in
love
and
he
happened
to
get
in
the
way

-richard siken

Thursday, November 2, 2017

she
reminded
me
to
light
a
candle
for
the
souls
I’d
loved
and
lost

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

I’ll
work
you
into
another
poem
if
not
today
tomorrow

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

welcome
night
cold
sun
welcome
sleeping
souls
tired
earth
death
cycle
welcome


Monday, October 30, 2017

moon
you
welcome
me
home
no
matter
where
I
roam
we
talked
on
the
phone

Sunday, October 29, 2017

we
watched
the
prison
mike
episode
and
laughed
like
we
were
kids
again

Saturday, October 28, 2017

she
threw
his
grandma’s
ring
in
the
ocean
but
practiced
with
seashells
first

Friday, October 27, 2017

I
couldn’t
very
well
leave
while
the
radio
played
huey
lewis


Thursday, October 26, 2017

I
climb
the
stairs
to
share
her
laugh
and
the
second
floor
ghosts
call
to
me



Wednesday, October 25, 2017

I’m
writing
writing
in
my
dreams
in
my
head
on
your
body
write
me

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

my
eyes
slide
over
the
words
while
my
mind
takes
time
thinking
over
you

Monday, October 23, 2017

and
then
the
sun
came
out
and
the
trees
weren’t
leaning
or
heavy
with
rain

Sunday, October 22, 2017

hear
them
laughing
and
cheering
not
far
away
I’m
sick
with
sad
again

Saturday, October 21, 2017

the
trees
by
this
coast
lean
and
lean
with
the
wind
and
maybe
I’m
amazed

Friday, October 20, 2017

I
said
nothing
only
blushed
pink
kawaii
a
shade
I
do
quite
well

Thursday, October 19, 2017

always
beside
you
inside
you
residing
in
you
a
ghost
I
ride
you

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

‘tis
the
season
when
spiders
come
to
stay
and
the
cobwebs
keep
us
warm

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

the
sun
had
rained
rain
had
shined
the
poems
came
from
the
candle
flames

Monday, October 16, 2017

she
calls
me
kiddo
kiddo
she’s
not
even
that
much
older
than
me

Sunday, October 15, 2017

poems
came
from
the
candles
witches
sang
futures
sam
played
the
piano



Saturday, October 14, 2017

I
had
to
write
words
I
had
to
feed
mouths
I
took
a
bath
braided
my
hair




Friday, October 13, 2017

she
drew
me
crying
in
my
room
because
she
said
I
do
that
a
lot

Thursday, October 12, 2017

thinking
about
the
poems
I’ve
lost
or
the
poems
I
broke
up
with

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

babes
tell
me
it’s
going
to
be
okay
but
like
so
I
believe
it

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

I’ve
been
neglecting
you
my
pretty
pet
my
pretty
pretty
pet


Monday, October 9, 2017

we
contemplated
the
dead
squirrel
in
the
yard
I
think
it
was
her
time

Sunday, October 8, 2017

dear
god
I
hope
you
get
the
letter
and
I
pray
you
can
make
it
better

-xtc


Saturday, October 7, 2017

will
she
let
me
in
underneath
her
clothes
that
girl
got
skin
like
a
ghost

-frank black and the catholics

Friday, October 6, 2017

she
carries
a
bolline
for
the
herbs
she
has
her
hands
in
many
cauldrons

Thursday, October 5, 2017

the
good
moon
its
blinding
white
light
pushing
through
the
blinds
to
wake
me
up

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

he
thought
I’d
left
but
I
was
in
the
car
crying
hoping
he’d
find
me

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

I
wanted
to
be
leaves
on
the
wind
moved
suddenly
never
minding

Monday, October 2, 2017

what
I
meant
to
say
was
I
want
to
die
in
the
fall
it
seems
a
good
time
the
perfect
fall
sun
breeze
on
my
skin
the
moment
I
hope
I
will
die

Sunday, October 1, 2017

the
lemon
zest
reminded
me
I
wanted
to
be
home
my
desert
home
I’m
not
afraid
of
you
runnin’
away
baby
I
get
the
feelin’
you
won’t

-tom petty

Saturday, September 30, 2017

she
has
her
hands
in
the
cauldron
her
feet
on
the
ground
her
hair's
the
wind

Friday, September 29, 2017

the
old
woman
sat
in
the
rain
with
her
book
she'd
seen
a
thing
or
two

Thursday, September 28, 2017

I
don't
remember
walking
into
this
room
everything's
a
haiku

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

the
sad
crept
in
and
I
can't
sleep
tonight
it
seems
neither
can
the
wind

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

cover
me
shut
the
door
and
cover
me
well
I'm
looking
for
a
lover

-bruce springsteen

Monday, September 25, 2017

the
grass
I'll
take
in
purple
the
sky
in
orange
the
clouds
in
blue
and
pink

Sunday, September 24, 2017

I'd
walk
in
the
room
someone
would
ask
if
I'd
like
a
glass
of
champagne

Saturday, September 23, 2017

something
old
something
new
something
borrowed
something
blue

Friday, September 22, 2017

I
tell
you
girls
I
dig
you
but
I
just
don't
have
time
to
sit
and
chit

-aretha franklin

Thursday, September 21, 2017

american
darling
darling
witch
the
woman
pencil
perfectly
sharp

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

I'm
so
cool
because
you're
my
mom
was
the
best
gift
she
coulda
gave
me

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

he
doesn't
visit
often
but
when
he
does
he's
still
a
hummingbird

Monday, September 18, 2017

dreamer
the
mystic
desire
to
make
great
but
careful
dear
in
your
choice
leaf
writing
letters
with
wind
sending
them
to
others
to
find
and
read

Sunday, September 17, 2017

a
people
that's
never
danced
a
rain
dance
danced
like
it
was
the
last
dance