Wednesday, August 29, 2012


I stretch myself
along the striped couch
and sink into sweetness
and wake three hours later
to accompany the dog
upon a curved beach
where puddles reflect
the varied colors
of the eastern sky

Friday, August 24, 2012


Hand meets hand meets hand meets hand and I
constantly monitor each finger's straightness
to keep them from bending and clasping tight
or, G-d forbid, moving over yours
Better to sweat with the strain
than to show a hint of caring
that our hands are pressed against each other
palm to palm and feet step and glide
our bodies face inward our toes point around
At least you are next to me, not opposite
for surely then I would spend the night waiting
wanting not wanting wanting not wanting
to catch your eye. But back to our hands
I have not forgotten
Now they are parting parting parting
parting and we lift hands up and oh the joy
for we bring them to rest over shoulders
Arm meets hand meets arm meets hand
bodies ever slower, ever statelier
your hand ever so light
mine ever so conscious

KlezKanada Poetry Retreat

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Aerial yoga

Lion's breath, she says,
tongue out. No one can see
into my sturdy blue womb,
my opaque shelter wings,
my upside-down tallis,
my reversed tarot card

Friday, August 17, 2012


Sitting next to my cousin
on the way back from Starbucks
with a drink in my hand
of dubious status

after passing a cyclist
who does not wear a helmet
while paused at a stop sign
the last before home

I find that I'm still
a believer in angels
and conclude in the abstract
that God exists too

for while humans could be here
without a Creator
my logic informs me
that angels would not.

Other mentions of angels

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

A blessed life

I just had
my third peach
of the day

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Tactile love

A human
in another