Wednesday, May 27, 2009

May 28, 2009

not just anyone
is semi-legendary.
happy birthday, dad!

May 29, 2009

Bunch of happiness.
Bunch of May celebrations.
All Rosen-Powers.

Happy Anniversary, Kim and Eli!

May 28, 2009

Compared with mountains,
pools of oil, sequoia trees,
you're still a baby.

Happy Birthday, Phillip!

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

May 27, 2009

No more party hats
or gooey cake. Nonetheless,
light a candle, E!

Happy Birthday, Eli.

May 26, 2009

Soft static of rain
broadcasting from the night roof.
My weather channel.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

May 23, 2009

Sentence by sentence,
I run my lawnmower through
weedy manuscript.

Friday, May 22, 2009

May 22, 2009

Singing in  the dark,
first bird tells me just how much
I will miss this life.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

May 21, 2009

Hours in the car,
songs blaring, then turn them off
to hear my new one.

May 20, 2009

Colette's MRIs
take hours and leave her stiff, scared,
but still positive.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

May 19, 2009

Haiku: ancient form
of Twitter for kimono-
wearing editors.

Monday, May 18, 2009

May 18, 2009

Warm little bundle
of Oscar, wiggling, smiling.
Long days but short months. 

Thursday, May 14, 2009

May 14, 2009

All of a sudden
it's my friends talking about
all their health problems.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

May 13, 2009

Soon to see Oscar,
Eli, Kim. maybe Anna.
Who has grown the most?

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

May 12, 2009

Floor swept, dog sleeping,
Phillip playing his guitar.
A domestic song.

Monday, May 11, 2009

May 11, 2009

The day passed without
lightning bolt or idea
fit for poetry.

Friday, May 8, 2009

May 8, 2009

What is that burning
orb in a sky turned bright blue?
Aren't all clouds gray?

Thursday, May 7, 2009

May 7, 2009

Newspaper gets thinner
whether news is good or bad.
Fewer ads, less ink.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

May 6, 2009

Some subatomic
nit must vibrate on and off
like me day and night.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

May 5, 2009

Straighten the blankets,
pillows, papers. Tomorrow
straighten them again.

Friday, May 1, 2009

May 4, 2009

Photo of me, 2,
hands gripping playpen, mouth clenched,
eyes open. Still true.

May 1, 2009

Mayday! Signaling
distress and dismay in May
over four months flown.