Monthly Archives: December 2011

Look Closely

Look Closely
Purple sky
releasing gentle flakes
onto frustrated travelers
           standing in slush
          waiting for shuttles


Tired passengers
sharing phones and smiles
with frustrated travelers
         stranded for hours
         desperate for destinations



Dear Death,

Dear Death,
With all due respect,
I know you have a very important job,
and a very difficult job, I would imagine.
You’ve been working hard lately
and I would just like to suggest
that you take some time off, or at least
take your work elsewhere for a while.
I need time to replenish my well of tears,
time to mend my black veil.
I trust you will consider this request
and, in doing so, suspend any judgment
regarding my stubborn desire
for a shadowless joy.

Tuesday Night Hope for Wayward Boys

Tuesday Night Hope for Wayward Boys
For the brave boys whose words amaze and surprise me…


Young voices gush into notebooks,
flooding pages with depth and meaning.
Whispers become louder,
turning into confident shouts
as they play around with words,
begin to trust their innate wisdom,
aware, for maybe the first time,
that they have something to say.


Sometimes their passion feels so fragile
I fear it will snap or shrink or retreat,
so I hold my breath
it will take root,
then sprout into the words
that will ignite their young hearts.


Recipe for Posole

Recipe for Posole
First, remove the onions’ crisp jackets
then wipe away tears as your knife creates all manner of rectangles.
Watch the butter paint the pan before you overwhelm it with onions.
Hear the sizzle, smell the comfort, as the onions begin to soften,
as if they have just encountered magnificent kindness.
While the onions swoon, attend to the garlic,
prying nestled cloves from their snug families,
then cracking away their stiff clothing.
Crush and press their tenderness into pungent snow,
piling in the pot’s center, startling the onions.
Next come the green chilies, completing the holy trinity,
releasing the scent of all that is right in the world.
Create confetti as your spoon flips and flops,
then fetch the stockpot of kernels  whose hearts
have finally cracked open under the broth’s loving caress.
Add the hominy to the vegetables and baptize with more broth.
Meanwhile, remove hissing tomatoes from the oven,
then blend the bursting bodies and flame-stained skins
into a silky, steaming puddle of hope.
Allow the red liquid to flow into the pot,
add crushed chilies, vinegar, brown sugar, salt,
and stir, stir, stir,
until you taste the alchemy of a few simple ingredients
nurtured into the miracle of hot stew on a cold night.