The Cover

Pick It Up and Read

I have a new book - a chapbook, published by Finishing Line Press.

"Saliva" is in it . Will post some others from it, too.

My poet/artist friend Deborah Humphreys did the photo collage on the cover.

Under the Umbrella

I have two poems in the Fall 2008 issue of Umbrella Journal:

"Six" and "The Hue of My Shoe"


Check them out at http://www.umbrellajournal.com

I love Cape May, New Jersey

Because of my school schedule, I count Summer as May 25 until August 25...

So, even though it is 90 degrees and sunny here in the wilds of Maryland, the students are moving in, and I am preparing for classes.

While I have the time, I want to post some photos of one of my favorite places in the world:

Cape May. It delights me as a birder, a gardener, and a poet.

I've learned

that wasn't a Swallowtail caterpillar; it was a Monarch!

I wish I could identify the five or six varieties of butterflies who frequent the garden these days...

Caterpillars and Butterflies

Yesterday I saw a Monarch Butterfly browsing through the Buddleia. This morning, I saw a Swallowtail Butterfly Caterpillar grazing on the Swamp Milkweed. First time I've ever seen this kind of caterpillar - I was so delighted!

The photo is taken from the blog http://gardenshare.blogspot.com/. The blog's title is "My Back Yard ( and other places)" - Thank you, Carla!

Japanese Beetles aren't too bad this year, but all the same...

Japanese Beetles


In this light, my spirit was through all things and into all creatures, and I recognized God in grass and plants.
-Jacob Boehme


Varieties of green on the trees outside the window:
on the sun-side, iridescent, lime green
on the shade side, dark green.
at the top, just a few leaves responding to the
attentions of the light wind
with a coy tilt of their hands.

Look out three dimensions into
a tunnel of trees,
a grassy floor,
mottled lime and lizard green
in the sun’s fickle focus.

Japanese Beetles charge.
Sex crazed from the pungent scent,
they crash into me , away from the dahlias,
on their way to the lure
and sure death by suffocation.

Crusted on a peach pink peace rose,
like two dozen shiny green-brown jewels,
vampires of the summer,
cannibals of the flower flesh.

Into the bag they go,
unable or unwilling to fly back out,
fester among themselves
like a stampeding crowd
in the fire filled nightclub.

I see God in the trees, in the vulnerable roses.
I see God in the Japanese Beetles
whom I lure and trap,
but who keep coming at me
in unwelcome droves.

some recent poems

Saliva

Even the birds have tongues.
I've seen hummingbird's, fine as a hair,
slip out to catch the nectar from the fuchsia,
have seen fledgling woodpecker's tentatively taste
sweetness
from the birdbell at my window.
Tongues sliding on saliva.

Healing water from our mouths,
healing water all were born with ,
salvia salvation, living water,
humble, intimate, vibrant, vital.

Tomcat licking his wounds after a fight,
my mother licking her finger, rubbing the dirt off my nose...
Saliva, shining my lips and teeth,
cleaning my glasses, sucking my cut finger,
Christ's saliva on the blind man's eyes.

More humble than tears,
how did you come to be flung out
of the mouth of scorn?






(published in the March 15,2008 issue of Commonweal)







Pulling up the Vines

Five entwined:
Wild grape ,aristocratic leaves and tiny purple berries,
English ivy, dignified and sturdy,
Creeping clematis, profuse and pungent white flowers,
Honeysuckle, seductive, heavy, waxy yellow flowers,
and Poison Ivy, those shiny red then green glossies.
Gloved , armed with clippers, I tear them from the smothered juniper.
Snarling, I charge them as I wrench them:
Get off the azaleas!
Bouncy and fragrant with galloping photosynthesis,
they pull away in long loops.
Aggressive, rejected,
they wilt slowly,
piled in a mountain by the trash can.

More Garden Photos

My garden by the building - April 15-May 12

Ebullient robins call dawn,
bully each other for nest lots,
lenient bluebirds rustle in dry leaves.
Bliss for the morning, but
lien on this property.
I lean on the owner to let me stay
blubbling along with my scanty pay,
babbling promises to settle today.

April Haiku

Stalking the garden,
lily of the valley spikes
hurdle Spring to me.

March 15 - Daffodils coming up...crocuses blooming

Almost Spring....

Daffodils and Hyacinths coming up....

I went to a poetry writing retreat in Harvey Cedars NJ over the weekend, run by my poet friend Deborah Humphreys. It was very productive - I came back with many ideas for poems.
Now, to write them....

Poinsettias in February

Poinsettias in February


What to do with the Poinsettias
when Lent approaches?
Red leaves still velvet, still sumptuous,
gathered in a group of six,
they flow together like flames in a fireplace.
What to do with them now,
when the sacristan rousts them from the sanctuary,
relegates them to a cart in the hall?
Here, in the land where Poinsettias don't bloom outside,
I can't keep all these refugees in my room.
I can't consign them naked to the cold earth
where their velvet will wither into black rags.
So I decapitate them,
deflower them,
pull their rootbound potshaped soil,
snowy with vermiculite.
I dump those clumps
onto the mulch gone ground
over the tulip bulbs.

Winter in Emmitsburg