dough
there is always food
when the telephone rings
my hands knuckle-deep
a voice flat and distant
four and twenty — december 2011
four and twenty
966
saturday
wandering around the house
trying to remember
which room, what reason
words written in the air
four and twenty
I’m thrilled to be included in the december 2011 issue of four and twenty, especially since one of the poems –dough– was inspired by my daughter. go see this issue, and the wonderful special edition of four and twenty in the classroom with work by students at clackamas high school in clackamas, oregon.
thank you, kay and vinnie!
636
they seemed so simpatico
idealistic congressman
teenage singing sensation
(their shared disappointment)
614
with a sense of england
he musters speech
to calm
an anxious nation
511
wings pitch-black cut the sky
503
whale
I didn’t understand enormity until
I landed on the splintering boat
its humans flipping through air
like krill
442
when the rain went east
she sat in the aviary
quite small
no feathers to speak of
her mouth a baby bird’s
287
fresh-baked gingerbread
for the savor it imparts
a child with wide eyes
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snowflakes on the ground
great-grandma’s christmas cookies
sift flour and sugar
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four and twenty poetry “holiday haiku“
263
flash flood
rain has confused the creek
it think it’s an ocean;
even blue jays shriek like gulls
feathers 
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