Notes from the West

While out on a hike one day,

2007-05-13T07:59:00.001-07:00

http://news.yahoo.com/s/space/20070510/sc_space/crematedremainsof200lostinmountainsaftertriptospace;_ylt=AltSOWFjO9ALEQBMqElHqLNxieAA

Jack and Jenny

2007-05-13T07:53:00.000-07:00

went under the sea
and scientists went with them,

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070513/ap_on_sc/caribbean_undersea_volcano

Earth Day

2007-04-22T12:33:00.000-07:00

still life of a bike ~ bear creek park ~ meditations on possibilities

Friday the 13th

2007-04-14T11:14:00.000-07:00

superstition
won't you pass us by

holding up
glass
to sky

all drinks on the

rocks
from sky

so cool
your jets

water falls and time flies

2007-03-11T10:09:00.000-07:00

Daylight Savings Time

2007-03-11T09:52:00.000-07:00

murky waters oblivious sleeping sky smothered by smoky clouds
conceit absent all is hollow from too much hope
swim swim swim symphony swimming keep breathing follow follow following
the voice always says turn around
goes inside
& the water still up to her knees
squinty eyes can see just all right and pursed lips speak with quiet might
stop squeezing her

1,

2007-02-12T18:40:00.000-07:00

2, ARBUCKLE
MY SHOE

30

2007-01-08T19:38:00.000-07:00

and I will still choose the super power: flying
Over
the super power: invisibility

From last year

2006-12-12T23:38:00.000-07:00

i saw her head resting on your shoulder

i looked at you not looking at me or her

you were looking towards the mountains
plotting, planning, dreaming, deciding things

9

2006-12-03T01:31:00.000-07:00

There is a spilling of guts on
Aisle nine

I’ll get to it

When I get to it

When I stop believing in
Vanishing

From my unpublished book of poetry, Hooks in my Temples

This was written last year:

2006-12-02T00:28:00.000-07:00

Grapes of Wrath 20 degrees really late really early not wishing for good times not hoping for anything, everything for invasions my way out of it red eyes poking through tall grass under the full winter moon contemplating forgetting knowing sleep has to be on the way teetering between vulnerable and tough. threads.

In any event

2006-11-28T23:00:00.000-07:00

any length of time

from: Chiricahua Summer 2005

2006-11-27T13:45:00.000-07:00

Floating

is

sentient
light
convincing
feathers
to
form
transcendence

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It is all hush or mist

Measure it keen

I am a deer in headlights

Stand with me
In this stream of thought
Of you today

something from the other day

2006-11-27T13:25:00.000-07:00

I want him to love me as I am, with lipstick.

I want him to wrap his arms around me from behind and hold me in silence.

How much it hurts to talk about breakfast.

Now, this is gourmet.

I never had a mantra until that moment.

Put the cake in the freezer.

Choose words carefully.

Music, always music.

We walk, the bus is not coming. The bus passes us in between bus stops, no closer to the clouds of the drizzly sky than we are.

Snow stops before landing on sidewalk.

You see only desert no road, no water, no one.

You do not see because you are preoccupied looking for other things.

I gave you what I wanted for myself.

How much time have I spent waiting?

Seasons make waiting bearable.

listen to ME.

Rewrites history. Avoids future.

Pack, pack, pack.

FYI

2006-11-27T13:06:00.000-07:00

My poetry can be found online @ :

Wordriot:
http://www.wordriot.org/template.php?ID=858

Zafusy:
www.zafusy.com; http://www.zafusy.com/jennifercleaver.htm

MoriaPoetry:

www.moriapoetry.com; http://www.moriapoetry.com/v4i4.html

Thanks for reading,
Jennifer

Sunrise

2006-11-16T19:53:00.000-07:00

broken metal nonsense
frames
echoes
radiant orange mountain
eyes narrow
morning
frost melting
otherwise
known
as electricity
no known impulses
largo goes the lasso
wide eyes, wide sky
nothing spoken, yet
this is a solar revival

2006-11-14T23:33:00.000-07:00

one of my first pictures
with my under-water camera

not

an under-water picture

2006-11-14T03:26:00.000-07:00

No one says
good morning

3:15

2006-11-14T03:24:00.000-07:00

It is 3:15 a.m.

As far as I can go in one day

2006-11-13T21:53:00.000-07:00

as far as I can tell,

I'll let you know tomorrow.

How long does it take?

2006-11-13T16:04:00.000-07:00

Sleep/ s/ in
deep sea skin
drowns in afterthoughts

This is the first poem in my unpublished book of poetry, Hooks in my Temples.

Last Night

2006-11-11T10:45:00.000-07:00

How do you pronounce
kiss?

kiss
kiss
kiss
kiss

This Morning

2006-11-11T10:36:00.000-07:00

the javelina circle the house
the leaves rush to the ground
as morning becomes afternoon
some of the leaves go further and further
away;
some near the base of the windmill
,at the nudge of a slight breeze, dispersing light and shadows
a thrasher investigates the ground
tiny creatures stuck in a web
(death could be the absence of anticipation)
the spider sleeps in a cave made home
the human in a cave made home
blows bubbles towards curious whiskers

variations on fate

2006-11-06T23:16:00.000-07:00

scavenge the yard
glass
nails
prickly pear
knives
gloves
broken pipes
wounded soldiers
grasshoppers

nothing so tender as

dancing on the hoods of cars

sometimes new

2006-10-29T21:52:00.000-07:00

like, this.