Bolt Hole

From Enough for a Book, published in 2016.

Bolt Hole

The basket of clothes
to be ironed. The task
suddenly irresistible. I must
go home
now
and take care of the clothes.
They will be waiting for me. Please
accept my apologies
perhaps next time
the lure of my basement
laundry room
will not be so strong.
Perhaps I will not get so
homesick.

Basement Laundry Room 1-18 16 x 16 small

“Basement Laundry Room”, acrylics, 16″ x 16″, 2018

 

 

 

 

 

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Cared For

From Enough for a Book, published in 2016.

Cared For

Up the half-flight of stairs
around the thick stone and stucco wall
down the hallway.
Still the sounds manage to make their way out here:
voices in a rhythm of rise and fall
occasional laughs
coming closer and clearer
then retreating
behind the noise of the air conditioner
the ducts humming loudly as they
concentrate on their own work.
Every so often
a metallic thud. The screech of chair legs
on the linoleum floor. The sound of a spring stretching
behind the closed elevator doors. I am content
in the company of the unseen.

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Lady looking at an empty chair, acrylics, 6″ x 6″, 2015.

 

 

 

Underlooked

From the collection Look Winter in the Face, 2015.

Underlooked

The concrete underside of the highway bridge is
a clean spare span of roof to
the underpass
an outdoor room
with no one spending more than five seconds in it if that
and gone.
Seems like such a slap in the face
of a space with a lot of dignity
that does its job. Looks good. Ought to be appreciated.
Never mind.
Cars pass above the underpass and cars pass through it and
that’s it
except for the pigeon
startled up into the darkness
behind the Y-shaped supports
and out into the air
and me
I drive on my way
five seconds at a time
not letting this five seconds
go unremarked

Bridge and Red Sun 6x6 3-18 small

“Bridge and Red Sun”, acrylics, 2018.

The Elephant

From Look Winter in the Face, 2015.

The Elephant

She put on those glasses with the switched-up lenses.
Everything that happened afterwards
I know it’s hard to say if she can be blamed or not
or if it would have turned out so differently
but
the point is
You’d think she would have noticed the problem
by the time she’d blinked those hoodwinked eyes
Ten times.
So why didn’t she?

Postcard One eyed face #8 6 x 4 11-15 small

Mail art postcard, acrylics, 2015.

Checked In

From the collection published in 2017, Generous With the Details.

Checked In

The cat fits
just exactly
on the pillow
of the bed
in the guest room
which is why
he chooses to believe
I have said to him
at some time or another
Be my guest
and settle in
glaring at me
fur ruffled from sleep
until I back out of the room
apologizing
for how I’ve intruded
on a guest
even though he lives here
it is of course his decision about that
too.

11/17/16

Upstairs at Home 2-18 8x10 small

“Upstairs at Home”, acrylics, 2018