November 15th Poetry Reading at Kalamazoo Book Arts Center


If you’re in or near Kalamazoo, come by the Book Arts Center for one of the first readings and exhibits in their beautiful new space.

I am currently working with Board member Marianne Swierenga on a Surrealist art and poetry feast there in the somewhat near future (likely, Winter 2009) — from a Hans Bellmer doll making station to Surrealist snacks, poetry and artwork for the entire family — ages 0 to 100!

Please support local art and poetry … as well as our great fortune in Kalamazoo for the Book Arts Center!

Published in: on November 14, 2008 at 3:38 pm  Leave a Comment  

my no. 3 life path and a topaz ring


This is a poem I wrote after another long night of dreaming. This is a poem written after my tarot card reading on Sunday. The number 3 has always been relevant to me and now I know why. The universe is weird and wonderful. And Love is present and constant now. Everything is a profound joy, finally. I was up today at 6A writing poems. I am bright purple today. I had dreams about topaz and 3’s and magicians everywhere … and the usual house with many stairs, and the usual circus of chaos, the usual prostitute, these 3 recurring like moons.

I get to thinking I wish I hadn’t brashly cut my hair, wanting it back sometimes. There were little thoughts in those strands and my hope is that there is a brunette bird’s nest somewhere. There’s a little museum in my throat and it is white and brushed modern metal. There is a warehouse in my feet and its windows ache at the end of the day.

I wonder what she wanted, that aunt mentioning a topaz ring from the dead. She hasn’t spoken to me in months, but spoke through the tarot. I hope it is a forecast of my ring finger being adorned in layered, stoney love. It is a mystery as important as toes, as a 3-pronged crossroad and November 18th meats on my doorstep.

Published in: on November 11, 2008 at 6:14 pm  Leave a Comment