Posted tagged ‘Diana Barco drawing’


October 24, 2014



She called my nipple a guy, as in
let’s get this guy over here,
but so she also named
the photographic plate–
let’s try a new guy, exchanging
panes of glass, as if maybe
some smear
was the problem, and it isn’t
one’s favorite
but she was kind,
and, I don’t mind, I said,
as she turned the screws,
really, as she
tightened them,
just do what you need
to do,
wanting her to flatten every guy in this room
of just us two,
if only she would not call me back here,
give me
an all clear,
and then she told me not to breath
and I didn’t, not for a while.


All clear, thank God.   I am linking this to the Poets United Prompt, a day in the life.

Alternate last lines:
“and then she told me not to breath
and I wasn’t already.”

Thoughts?  (A part of me prefers the first as I don’t like to be ungrammatical, but I kind of like the idea of “wasn’t already.” )

The drawing above is by my dear friend, Diana Barco, who illustrated my book of poetry called “Going on Somewhere,” available on Amazon, with my other books, Nice, 1 Mississippi, and Nose Dive.  

dVerse Poets Open Link Night “After It’s Fallen”

January 3, 2012

This is an older poem about the burning ghat in Varanasi (Benares), India.   The picture above is by Diana Barco, from a book of my poetry called Going on Somewhere.    I am posting it for dVerse Poets Pub open link night as well as the Poetry Palace Poets Rally and for Victoria C. Slotto’s blog, liv2write2day (for a prompt about memory.)  All are great resources for poets and those who love poetry.

After it’s fallen

In Benares, the tenders rake the fallen feet back into the flames.
The first time we watched them, I was horrified.
How you would know that foot, I kept thinking,
your father’s soft purply big-veined foot.
My father’s feet have always seemed too small to me.
When he walks he seems to go on edge, as if they
can hardly carry him.
The toes of his shoes turn up strangely,
even after he’s had them just one week,
Something from the war, he’s always said.

In Benares, the feet are the last parts to be burned.
They overhang the pyre and simply
wait there, smoking slowly
until the shins are completely charred.
Their full flesh too heavy for the burned legs,
they fall, eventually, to the ground.
They never fall together, but one first, pointing randomly,
the other still flexed in the air.

When one of the tenders notices, he
pushes the fallen foot back into the flames.
He uses two long poles, the
green bamboos of the bier.
Sometimes he has to lever the foot
to reach the flames again, crossing the poles
like huge chopsticks.

They have dark feet in Benares,
darker than my father’s would be,
smooth and brown.
I couldn’t stop looking at them, thinking how you would know
that foot on the ground there, that foot.

“Going On Somewhere” For Valentine’s Day

January 30, 2011

"Side" by Diana Barco (From "Going on Somewhere")

This is a flat-out sales plea!  For Valentine’s Day!

Yes, I know that it is two weeks away.  And that it should be about love not buying.

But in our culture, love and holidays, tend to translate into buying.  So!  If you would like to buy something about love for Valentine’s Day (whether to give or keep for yourself), I encourage you to consider the poetry book, Going on Somewhere, written by yours truly, illustrated by Diana Barco, cover by Jason Martin.

While I hesitate to call it a book of love poetry, it does, in fact, have enough love poetry to make certain people who have read parts of it embarrassed to look me in the eye afterwards.

Which has got to mean something good!  (Errr…..right?)

On Amazon now!