whitefish and poetry

a few poems from tonight and yesterday


what the rocks
have taught me:
it's okay to sit
just
sit


*

cold moon
illuminates the frosty lawn
and my breath


*


"it's hard to open"
i hear a voice from
the next booth
and think "yes
the mind is"


*


ON MY DECK

old wooden buddha
raises his arms
in praise and honor
to the odor
of morning

*

in my memory
or memory of a dream
you wore a t-shirt
a thin white t-shirt
we spoke for a moment
quietly
as we stepped closer
your lips
or the dream of your lips
touched mine
our bodies lightly touched
and i woke
or i fell into
this dream
without you


and the novel turned into revising the past year's poems and that is good

new work coming out in the december issue of lee thorn's fuck and also in anthology of erotica from canada

that's erotic and not dirty or porn

smiles


(hopefully this is error free)