Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Crosley

I look down 
at my kitchen floor, 
noticing
silvery marks on the tile 

made by the legs of the dining chairs 
being pulled and pushed, 
back and forth.

I remember having a packet of green, felt
floor protectors in the drawer of the table
where the Crosley sat atop.

I'm playing Billy Joel's "Piano Man" 
on that turntable right now,
but it's sitting on a bookcase. That table,
that table is from a different life. 

The record plays amazingly well,
no scratches or skips,
none at all.


Sunday, July 2, 2017

Bird Face

When I die, I want my Bird Face
picture blown up to movie screen size
projected on a wall wherever
my memorial may be held.

I want to be remembered
as I was before
life stole my ability to be myself.

When I hadn't learned
shame, embarrassment, hurt.

Before false friends, school bullies, body shaming.

Alternating between food binges, laxatives, starving
myself. Labels: Big Nose, Fatty, Bad Association.

Before self-righteousness, arrogance, and disfellowshipping.

After turning 50, going grey,
not giving a fuck.

Post Scriptum

That is who I am.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

unedited



I wear

a $150 watch on my left wrist
a gift to myself
for my 45th year of birth

10 years ago

$12 earrings in my ears a gift to myself
just now
tattoos

             I'll show them to you

rock your cradle
diamonds for gold

post all relationships ever
           different worlds

Greg Allman died
so did Adam West
I don't know where this is going
or for that matter
anything else

Over the Hill

Keep the lights low
it's better that way
you won't see

the bags
under my eyes
or the wrinkles
on the tops of my
inner thighs.

Keep the lights low
I'm  a hill
you haven't climbed.

My experience
your energy

Now we're both
over it.

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

passive-aggressive

pas·sive-ag·gres·sive
adjective
adjective: passive-aggressive
  1. of or denoting a type of behavior or personality characterized by indirect resistance to the demands of others and an avoidance of direct confrontation, as in procrastinating, pouting, or misplacing important materials.

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

You don't have to be a poet, you just have to want to be heard. 

Manual typewriters in selected locations throughout the Erie area. Accepting typed poems from anyone willing to put their thoughts about what Erie means to them on paper. Poems will be published in "Know Yourself Erie." A book about Erie living by Erie residents. 

Need manual typewriters, paper and fish bowls for completed poems.

Manual typewriters placed in various locations throughout the city for people to type a poem of their reflections of living in Erie. I hope to get some really strong feelings about poverty, unemployment, racism, sexism, LGBT issues, etc. and on the other side of the coin, the beauty of the seasons, the lake, the hills, the events, the Art culture, wineries, breweries, restaurants, etc. - the entire spectrum of life in Erie, PA. 

 Know Yourself Erie



Saturday, June 28, 2014

Maya Said There’d Be Days Like This



Maya Said There’d Be Days Like This
(Elliot Rodgers and the Manosphere)

Maya said,
I've got diamonds
at the meeting of my thighs.

That doesn’t give you
mining rights.

Annihilate me

for rejecting you? You whom i don’t
know. But you don’t know
                      
me.           

You WANT to see broken
bowed heads and lowered eyes
and hear soulful cries. You got it
didn’t you?       But now you are gone.
     
Nothing to see here

is the response from the extreme men’s rights and their
longing to watch all the women of the world
starve to death in concentration camps,  claim they aren't

misogynist.

I wonder what the Nigerian girls 
  
            kidnapped 

by Boko Haram are thinking
they probably don’t even know
about this

                                                  
              tragedy.