Dog Heaven

not rainbow country not like New Mexico but still the evening light bathing hillside over tennis game sky sunset lights take over youngsters lose badly beach dog heaven not for me I'd like a personal cat but no way compete with barn community animals have their way I'm not very interested they're dumb ad in mailers etc. lost without rehearsal but Laurel needs day off Susan away I too Djokovic Stepanek have more fun but Santa Barbara isn't far behind

Less Mine

no solitaire here I'm too busy being real design the lights keep everyone in motion time flies beyond thought or fantasy no rewriting realize what is where now practicing make better nurture its life and give it away it's less mine already but entirely what I chose and want anticipated gifts more precious little known will be revealed a special form of patience

No Tricks

if only words meant anything I'd be widely appreciated not a genius no Gertrude Stein I could be anyone I could have anyone as long wanted will you play no tricks only intuit allow arise anyone can follow will you dance Little Miss Bossy quite delightful who has time to enjoy

Baby Oil

another brilliant blue morning pigs gone Santa Cruz recovering lunch fellow writer mutual understanding beneath whatever happening at the time and on to the beach sun swim walk mind empty of thought or self shorts drying various soft encounters soles tarred clean with baby oil I have that quiche $1.89 shiraz $2.99 chocolate reserve reblock scene one scene four lights change on every line pure poetry wants precision lucky I am such dedicated talented actors wet pavement disconcerting thunder late

Hot Fudge

caution return from hot fudge sundae ever else vanishes practical pillows who yield without seeming amusing telephonic moon kisses manifesting public market who increasing attendance stated baldly in dollars allow silvery mosh wit masters twinkle tip who defy fellow odds between oceans and the sunrise

Three Steps

write about them almost forgot that way be with few present or accessible others even e-mailed too far away if still alive or insufficiently responsive means more than fleeting actual identity pattern reaffirmed as if nothing signifies until converted into art days filled whatever intoxication passing Shakespeare a wedding one's own good fortune tasks accomplished offsets high malfeasances millions miserable inconsolable losses piling up only art matters my concern the subtle moments three steps pauses exact inflections lines learned reward my confidence work toward performance

Actual Images

what to do about people I love see them say something enjoy company memory present life never happier than directing rehearsals my milieu channel actors facilitate imagination arising gather public present results carefully lit displayed shape experience thoughtful beyond thought out of body physical sensual sensibility dancing play actual images

Marriage Vows

throw away the night plunge memory scramble comforted by down padding soft colors dream architecture watery metaphors glimpsed passing moons described in Italian looking down sea creatures rise brightly extended arms hugs warm marriage vows Lora Edward met in Maine making history cooperate cloudy 83 later lightning

What I Miss

Grace Paley better human gone ahead my own doubt transcended recently never ready more nor energies flag her art equal life principles political action hero what I miss New York spice fully conscious among fellow passionate travelers unique friends farewell be there existing absolute

Read My Blog

I wish people would read my blog do you have an envelope so I can mail a wheelchair props costumes poster images printing distribution reliquish tasks Angelica ready able what's my story interview java ten impossible tell everything read my blog willing heart love is far away going farther light musicians use available talent hold back control no profit minimal enough collage imagine multisensual experience