Tuesday, September 18, 2018


I have none.
This heart just wants to deal with it and move on
I don't know how to wait
when the heart is learning
somebody is hurting.

Why why
not to break people,
not to spill the redness that is heaven
into the night sky that is still so still
and no patience will do
only fixing
the broken
the sad.

Monday, July 30, 2018

How to deal with an angsty teenager

Schedule time with your teen

Take him for drive, show him the banks of time.
Make him think about all the things,
Once a week, run with him, flee the bullets of anger and regret.
Do the chores, visit the store, buy things,
Things can always make him happy, right?

Set a sleep routine

Teens need that extra 24 hours of sleep
So when he wakes at noon, praise him
When you wake at 3 in the morning and there he sits at the screen,
Don't hesitate to use that brick to help him sleep
Maybe a little witch hazel in his tea.

Quiet time, darkness, screens off, early naps
Its good for them to to lay awake forever stewing in their brains
Concocting dark thoughts, thinking death in their beds
Make them this and make them that - recreate
Lost in the night.

Get moving

Exercise - hand him his earbuds and kick him out the door
Maybe he will run, or play basketball
He won't go to the nearest playground and lean against the walls
Better yet, go with him for walks
That way the other teens can see the proud parent
Getting happy exercise together.

Listen don't lecture

Prize out those stories and thoughts
What does he want from life and
When the answer is cars, girls, drugs
Don't laugh. Don't tell him that's the way to Hell
or untimely death.
Oh, and don't hate his music, dance to it instead.

Keep your cool

When you want to yell, don't
When you want to scold, don't
When you need to smack, hit the wall
Walk the dark street as he doesn't sleep
Keep the bugs and demons away.

Silly people

Just love him, hold on to him, message him in his own language,
cross your fingers and grab the bar for the whole roller coaster ride.

Thursday, January 25, 2018

Public Default

Turn in turn again
So hard to be a woman,
expectations that put a burden of silence
a quiet pall of whistles, touches, looks.

Harder to be a man
in changing times,
not to know what's acceptable
What does "no" mean?
why the prosecution for something
once only thoughtless and common?

Harder to be a woman
with babies on the breast
so judged by other women
for everything we do. We are harsher
then men to each other.
Because we have higher expectations.

Harder to be a man
growing up to be a man tough or
growing up to be a man gentle.
This is more confusing, wrapped in expectation
where there is a world here and across the way another world.

The twistflower of the world signals only change
as always
what is right becomes wrong, what is wrong become right
in the blink of Buddha's eye.


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.