Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Dear Blog, I Haven't Forgotten You

So I've been writing some new poems, but I haven't posted one here since August. Figured it was about time to post one then. This is brand-new, wrote it the other day and revised it this morning...

Unlimited Nights and Weekends

You could be anywhere. You’re calling
from a parking lot, not
someplace you meant to be
but the eye of, before and after

your real Sunday, your errands
and obligations with strangers
to me. Most evenings after nine
you call from bed, and I crawl

into mine, where I try
to resist talking your tired ear off
but fail miserably. I can accept
the consolation prize: your voice

for another five minutes,
scolding me for another too-late night.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Something from High School

OK, my favorite favorite favorite Pet Shop Boys song is the duet they did with Dusty Springfield, "What Have I Done to Deserve This" (if you want a treat, go and watch that video on YouTube; it always makes me feel good), but I have a bit of a soft spot for their remake of "Always on My Mind," hence the title of this poem... So yeah, here's a nostalgic poem.

Always on My Mind

Chorus after chorus, layers
of indistinguishable beats. I couldn’t tell

the Pet Shop Boys were gay
even when they played

love songs to each other.
I didn’t know gay people except

two math teachers with very short hair
but they weren’t for sure.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Culled from My Notebook

I started drafting this in April and forgot about it but found it in my notebook last night and tried to tighten it up. Sorry for the lack of posts; this reflects a lack of writing.

No Original Thoughts

Just my old ones
and several of yours

remixed and repetitive
as extended dance versions

which ruin pop songs.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Recycled Beauties: Poem from Collage

I made a 12-page collaged booklet using (among other things) images and text from a book of pin-ups. The poem below is a reconfiguring of the text which makes up the booklet: each page in the booklet has a few lines on it, and here I've condensed and changed a bit.

Recycled Beauties

Not movie stars, much more than
sleek limbs followed by
countless others, these girls

who are now elderly women,
girls of a specific time,
a specific war, still promise

a wonderful postwar world.
Things are peaceful where
they wear sheer dressing gowns

or nothing at all.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Attempting a Ramage

Earlier this week, I happened upon a used copy of a tiny book called Turkish Pears in August by Robert Bly, and in it, he uses a form he developed called the "ramage" in which you have 8 lines of roughly 10 syllables each, and each line is also supposed to contain a repeated sound/syllable. OK, so below I am trying to repeat a sound like "air." I like trying to repeat a sound without using end rhyme; I try to do this anyway but not so specifically as trying to do it in every line. I may experiment more with this form, as an exercise to get myself writing if nothing else!


Mortgaged as everywhere, our suburb
is sometimes carefree. For example, take me—
I bake brownies and bid for rare knick-knacks
on eBay, in a pair of plaid pajamas
until two or three. I do laundry when I dare
let it air-dry on warm afternoons
as I sit in my plastic chair. I sip
tap water or beer—come on by, and I’ll share.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Grapho Analysis

I've been working on some poems inspired by Uncensored, a pretty trashy mag from the 1960s. The issues I have (thank you, eBay) are from 1961, but this link will show you some ads from an issue from the late 1960s. I realized I haven't shared any of these poems on the blog yet, so here's one:

Please Reply in Your Normal Hand

Friends, I’ve advised thousands
like yourselves who want

to learn my kind of expert work
as a full-time job or dignified means

of extra income. I want
to send you, without charge,

a window to your personality
to acquaint you with this

science, an analysis of character
revealed through handwriting.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Ode to Belinda Carlisle

Next to The Bangles, I think I loved Belinda Carlisle and The Go-Gos the best--OK, well, I still do...

Dear Belinda Carlisle

For as many weeks as you are
on Dancing with the Stars
I’ll give all my votes to you

though I’ll forever think of you
all in black, maybe a pair
of gold hoop earrings, nothing

like the spangles and colors
the producers will make you wear
as you dance with a gentleman

instead of the women I remember.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

An Ode to Grrrls

I don't suppose I was ever exactly a "grrrl" because I was busy watching old movies when others were going to concerts and making zines and stuff. But I'm hoping this new poem will fit into a series I've been working on for some time now that involves different first-person perspectives...

When We Were Grrrls

Ears ringing, all smiles
in the mosh pit, the opposite

of violence, sweltering
in the crush of strangers’ bodies

in our pact that nothing
but silence can scare us

that it’s best to shout
all we have into the static

of voices that shout back at us.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Finally, Another Tiny Poem

I've been reading about this winter's weather troubles, and here's a very tiny poem on the subject.


Swans gather on lakes
formed in the flood. Horses
step from their trailers.
Pruning blueberries, we ignore
our strawberries gone under.