Long Conspiratorially Poems

Dear Sue,

I am remembering our strong negative responses
to the young woman who surreptitiously read
her aunt's very private diary,
filled with vulnerable statements
of the most intimate nature
and transparently lusty spirit,

Yet, though secretive,
then took a bold black marker
and...

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(a university-life vignette)

It’s a Friday night, Leong and I are at a small restaurant close to the dorm called “Ordinary.” We’re in a cozy, pleasantly dark, little red booth—waiting for Lisa—who’s running late. This is...

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"The Name and Blue Sky on a Sunlit Friday Morning"




“There is something missing,” he announced.
“Oh,” She said, “in what way?”
“Well, “Love”? I wonder where it is, in all of this?”

A breeze moved hauntingly through the...

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Lisa, a freshman in our residential hall sister-suite, and I have become fast friends over the last couple of weeks. Before we began hanging out I penned a piece about her that she thought was...

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The Waiting Room

The April weather shifted high to low,
Exposing those early clout casters
To the concluding bite of winter;
Footsteps full of foreboding
Trudge their last legs up the inclined driveway
To the Doctor’s old house.
A hotchpotch of chairs...

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The symphony of our hearts vibrates like an eternal whisper in the silence of the night,
in a continuous flicker, like my phone that rings incessantly from your call,
and we talk for hours, letting letters, words,...

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Under the playful smile of the moon, where stars wink conspiratorially,
I embarked on a mischievous journey into the depths of your eyes,
A magical voyage through hidden corridors,
Where your soul reveals itself in provocative silence.
I gazed...

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Brass windchimes
ring melodic time
backed up
and down,
back
and forth
by boisterous breeze voices
blowing somewhat more silent choices
below

Before benighted rejoice
reprise to rise
and fall
wounded fail
yet again

Melodious inside intentions
to ring true
love's restoring stories
of local justice circling
dynamic spirals inside
looking resounding out
virally
conspiratorially
anticipating healthier...

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Monochrome scenes blanch
but color is there as an underlay
of my own viewing history.
Black and white movies,
old even when I watched them
flicker still on an inner retina.

A hero turns conspiratorially, 
staring into my future.  
What...

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“Memory isn’t as good as it used to be”
Cackled Sam Browne, feeling all of his eighty years
Sam drained his ale and conspiratorially
whispered “Here, got tales of woes to tell you young man”
“Now come on Sam”...

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Black and white movies,
old even when I watched them
flicker still on an inner retina.

A hero turns conspiratorially,
staring into my future;
what he said into the camera then,
is silent now
but I see his lips move
as if he...

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The bottles, looking sober, mutely wait till it's over.

Between quaffs and hiccups,
     he mumbles that he had staggered
          and fell so many...

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My Grandmère and I have long, gossipy conversations,
where we fall into our own chatty, slumber party rhythms.

She’s met or knows everyone important, and people tell her things.

They DM her or whisper secrets of lives ordered...

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The thunder had shoved from sleep
What would the soul’s anchor seem:
So deep and falling men’s fears are
When eyes no buoyancy provide.

The trees, conspiratorially hissing,
Exhorted, it seemed, the angry
Masses of air that I knew now the
Storm...

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A convention of unconventional warfare
It’s the Olympics of BS, the mind boggles
Unrelenting coverage; I try not to stare
Through my thick, round minion goggles

Slogans chanted numbly trump reality
Still, there are three sides to every story
Windmills fall;...

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The bottles looked sober, waiting till it's over.


In between quaffs and hiccups he mumbled
that he had staggered and fell many times.
That he'd tried to walk society's line,
follow proper paths of places and climes.
But he couldn't...

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A hero turns conspiratorially,
staring into my future.

What he said into the camera then,
is meaningless now,
but I see his lips move,
as if he were predicting this moment.

A heroine hikes her skirt over her thighs,
blood fills the...

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