Friday, November 17, 2017


Sunrise surrounds me
I am the center of the world.
Following the ridges of sleep rising with the light and eluding me
Where ever I may drive.
I always look for the ocean
But it is a rare find in New Mexico, where the sunsets and sunrises also look
for the foamy and the brave.
Sunrise a little while, then the white and grey.
Drive drive drive away away.

Thursday, November 02, 2017

A dance of crows

Rising from the road, 

from the death and the pieces of meat that lay from the tires and from the cars,

are the crows.

Their quiet elegance is forgotten,

the beauty of the black wings spread is ignored

but they always escape

they always swoosh and rise and spread in the unrelenting desert sun

amongst the dry wheat-colored grass

into the hunter-green specked hills over the mesas

across the cliffs.

The crows are forgotten,

pieces of night crossing the day

windows into another reality

black specks

massive and tiny.

Thursday, November 03, 2016


In silence
in rain on the desert
pungent greasewood with that railroad tie richness

Coughing, gasping
they come
one, two, droves
crowding into the desert sanatorium
where water follows canyon walls
people trek now in Naugahyde boots, with sunscreen.

Swoosh with the
horse tails of old times
pushing away the flies with brushy yellow snakeweed
and now.

Geological, paleontological, archaeological, botanical
and a presidential proclamation.

Boom — monument created.

This is only human
really nothing is newly created
the ranches, with their melting adobes,
creaking windmills,
now leave the water

Monday, February 08, 2016

Human traffic

Working in the forest, cutting, sawing, dodging
No time, no money, no family
No escape.
Working in the houses, cleaning, chlorine surrounded
Digging, brick laying, walking the plank
No money, no family, no time
No escape.
My heart is hostage to fear,
My family hostage to pay,
My time goes by in years,
My children just grow without me,
Alone, always.

No escape.

Friday, September 11, 2015

In the evening

The light is almost gone
putting out the garbage
doing my recycle duty
two neat bins to drag rattle clack to the street.

The avenue is empty, no sound, no other bins there
but I have started something
and down the street the rattle clack begins
all the neighbors come out
for the Friday morning sleep.

Just a little community connection
the blue bin for milk bottles, news papers
the brown bin for left over wrappers, kitty litter and diapers
something we all do

Just one knot, one tie
one little leaf in the neighborhood language
a rattleclack thing, in the darkness
a dozen people who don't want to get up at 5 a.m. to put their garbage out.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Posting time

So neglectful
Leaving the details of life behind like so many faeries
Bills, what's that?
But paper spiders floating around my ears leaving webs trailing over my hair.
But numbers marching over my toes distantly calling for attention I don't have to spare.
All this leads to disaster
and tired resignment to draw my consciousness
back and back to the magnifying glass so I can look for the details
so hard to find
in this vast adventure.
Who can look at ants when riding an elephant?

Monday, February 03, 2014


Who is me?
My eyes turn purple when I wear my purple sweater.
I wear Nikes with red laces.
I become part of what I do, I am an element, a blood cell, a section of a compound moving through the system with the existant around me.
I am a story, a news paper, a poem, a mother.

Catching the scent of fresh paint and lilacs.
Pushing a wheelchair full of hope colored welcomes.
Teaching reaching guiding holding.
Twisting words to fit the way into reality.
Swirling inside to match the people outside, understand, convey.

Ocean, squabbling gulls, the effects of Alkaseltzer on gulls, on me
Desert, watch for the rattle snakes but know there are more flower colors here than anywhere else in the world.
Mountain, where the sound is only in the silence.

Management style
Light blue
Wrapping the forest whilst taking care of the trees

Boys = three amazing strong hearts
Friends = with rattles in high places
Sisters = four across a web of steel

Professional organizations
Society of ethical ethics
Group of hat people in the plants
Leadership in Darkness
Heroes against heartbreak and starvation

My dogs, Axle and Zelda
My cello
The moose on the wall reflecting the wild peace
All the viking clans ever