"Art, like morality, consists of drawing the line somewhere."
--G.K. Chesterton
"The man's body is sacred and the woman's body is sacred.../Each belongs here or anywhere just as much as the well-off, just as much as you."
--Walt Whitman
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According to the Buddha, right speech is a statement that is timely, true, kind, helpful (connected to liberation), and spoken with a mind of good-will. Let us all try to observe this precept.
My latest poetry chapbook, once again featuring cover art by the awesome Richard C. Jackson, is now available for the bargain price of $7.00 from Cervena Barva Press. Cheaper than a Barbie doll, and better for your daughter's self-esteem.
Contest judge Afaa Michael Weaver said about this collection, "These are poems of a life more real than any doll's, as they point up the grace of having confronted the problematic entanglements that attempt to derail a woman making her way through the puzzles of maturing in the last fifty years, a time studded with all ridiculous matter."
Enjoy this sample poem, first published in Juked #5 (2007):
The Opposite of Pittsburgh
A garden hose fell in love with a footstool.
It said C'mon baby, opposites attract.
We belong together, like fudge and onions.
The footstool wasn't happy in the mud.
It settled down, like it had been settling down
all its life.
Its tapestry skirts got lopsided and wet,
like a Victorian lady visiting the poor
who sits down where there is no chair.
The hose couldn't stay wound, it was that excited.
Flowers sprouted from the sides of the house
where the water sprayed, and nowhere else.
People whose feet were tired kept coming out
to the garden
and poking the cabbages, seeing if they'd bear
weight
like a sofa. "Why can't you be more like a sofa?"
the footstool complained.
The garden hose felt love in all its arteries.
Big spurts of love, knocking over small dogs,
drenching every daddy's barbecue.
The neighborhood began to eat their hamburgers
raw.
Stories like this always end with a garbageman.
The footstool drove away on the junk truck, headed for Pittsburgh
or a field that was the opposite of Pittsburgh,
just one long loop of day and night weather
and no one to keep it awake with love
running out the soles of their shoes.
