Category Archives: Poetry

Books and Cigarettes by Andrea Davies

Roman gets my phone number off an application for employment at the West Portal Bookshop in San Francisco. I imagine him taking my application off the stack and going to stand outside in the grey with his ankle showing tight … Continue reading

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The Good Times In Between

I feel like our mother when I read in bed, Early in the morning, stacks of books and letters next to me. Thoughts written wildly on the backs of bank statements and PG&E envelopes. Blankets tucked up and around my … Continue reading

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Trimming: Finding Pleasure Triggers in the Fine-Tuning

I much prefer the fine-tuning the trimming of my mostly leather-hard clay pots Even glazing, after first fire bisque, excites me more Than dirty fingers slipping over lopsided lumps of clay Spinning pot after horribly deformed pot only to find … Continue reading

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Notes on Understanding the Human Condition

I believe in education The importance of education by means of experience Experience of art Sculpture, music, dance, painting, film, ceramics, theater I believe in the participatory education of experiencing art Moving around the thing with eyes, nose, ears perceptive … Continue reading

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Self-doubt can go fuck itself: Looking all fear in the face

Pulling clothes off Baring body Fat pockets protruding Interesting curves Attractive lips Daring to love me Daring to touch the ugliest parts of me See the shame, lick it up like melted ice cream Buckets of hot foam disturbingly sweet … Continue reading

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A Need to Move Beyond Myself

Escape this heavy chest A mind that worries and scatters like so much dust Displaced over stacks of books By neon yellow swiping feathers To gather myself To make sense of thought To understand love and anger, my own being … Continue reading

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.Finding Home.

.Finding home so close to where I was born so far from the homes I’ve made.  Feel myself dropping down into this space, making familiar out of constant new. Pulling in the open air and the yellow mountains and box … Continue reading

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Good Morning San Diego: A Prayer

Your clouds a bright white and your sky a lazy blue Rocky green and yellow mountains are stretching out towards Mexico Waxy leaves cha-cha, reflecting spots of white cloud light Reaching to smell the morning through coffee filled mouth Your birds chirping … Continue reading

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You’re not in San Francisco.

You know you are not in the BAY when there are seats left open at the free Wi-Fi café. You know when the cashiers at Trader Joe’s are genuinely surprised you brought your own canvas bags. You know when you are the only … Continue reading

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Hips Lips Palms Pushing

One. Blue. The blue of your sheets when you’re looking up at me.                                         Longing for the feel of your hand interlaced … Continue reading

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