Friday, January 18, 2013

Playing Pretend


Tinkerbell
flits in and out,
lighting up a room with magic,
helping the lost boys pretend
to be more than they are:

Swashbucklers,
students,
the stars of food fights,
children of Wendy -
a child herself.

Tink creates a world
in which magic is key
and, without it,
the boys would feel
utterly
bereft.

It’s not Tink’s fault
that Peter can’t see her,
blinded by Wendy
who brings
her own kind of magic.

Sometimes she knows
that most people don’t
believe in fairies,
but usually Tinkerbell is, 
once again, surprised;
who wouldn’t
notice the small one
who lights up a room?

But Peter doesn’t see her,
and you know what they say:
Seeing is Believing. 

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Who Wraps Easter Presents?


Crap.
It would seem I am

 stuck.

I did not think
I would find myself
here again,
past
between
future
(which is quite silly, really) 
I try to outwit the present, daily,
but whoever wrapped this damn thing
did an excellent job
it’s one of those gifts,
like those trick candles that
manage to revive no matter
how hard you blow
(how does that happen?)
 layers and layers of
striped purple paper
green polka dots sprinkled on light pink,
flying fairies for dreaming princesses,
dancing Santas wishing me an unseasonable Merry Christmas
Easter Bunnies hopping ecstatically
(who wraps Easter presents? That’s what the plastic eggs are for)
and -sigh- finally,
a box!

It contains another box, smaller this time,
brown, cardboard, a tease.
You have to be kidding.

I thought I had gotten to the heart of the matter.

Apologies, I digress.

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Anna


I was thinking, yesterday,
that it is so amazing –
we get to carry our bodies with us,
even in the cramped space
of a hall without windows.

Buildings make my heart stop –
she said to me with an introspective

.pause.

– I like
Cru
         mb
  ling
buildings;
they are a reminder that
               *everything*
                       is subject
                           to nature.

I mean, have you ever felt a tree?
Felt it when you draw it?
(She lifts one arm above her head,
sticks one out at her side,
cocks her head, becomes the tree).
It’s like drawing a person…

I couldn’t draw a building. 

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Robin, Paper, Jack


Wearing a crooked smile,
Robin winks at the girls
in the red and blue flannels
and knitted wool hats,
flitting away quickly
when spotted
to watch them
from his post nearby in
Paper Burch.

Paper welcomes Robin,
but today cannot revel in his homecoming.
Paper shivers and feels
sullenly jealous of the needles
covering Jack Pine next-door.
He watches with envy as Jack breezily shakes off
the softing white flakes
that so quickly become
deadweight.

Little does Paper know
that Jack covets Paper’s bare limbs,
desperately wishing that his prickles
might one November copy Paper’s leaves,
browning and yellowing as they Fall
to the ground to form a pile
in which the children play,
thanking Paper for his sacrifice
with squeals of Joy,
only the echoes of which Jack
can longingly absorb. 

Bittersweet


"I remember playing football in St. Louis,
it was 20 below,
my high school was an 80-year-old building,
the football field was very small,
I guess some years before 
they had played a game - in the rain - which tore the field,
it was like playing on sandpaper, 
not a pleasant experience. /
I can't tell you how many times 
I was working on a film crew in Chicago,
when you are working a feature film it's insanity, 
they spend money like water,
bumper-to-bumper traffic 
when we would finally leave at 3am. /
I was really rooting for the Bears, 
it was fun to be watching it with somebody,
I think the Vikings will win Saturday,
Packers are getting cocky. /
I was a linebacker, fastest guy out there,
coach is showing us movies,
I don't want to hit the guy,
but I was going as fast as I could. /
Oh really?
Really, his brother-in-law convinced him to go."

Snowflakes sift gently through the freezing air while
2 old men sit, awash in the glow of Minnesota friendly,
gently meandering in Bittersweet Café.