pen pal

Drawing Hands, 1948 by M. C. Escher
via Magpie Tales

from across the table
the world
your words
meet my eyes
and stir my soul

how easily they reach
across latitudes
and oceans
across mountains
and time
across cities
and down herd paths

how urgently
they wind up the streets
of my heart and marrow
unlocking doors
and lighting fires

from across the table
the world
your words
expose the infallible gods
of lost hope
as astronomical frauds

Rene ~ 2013

For Him and Her



Potatoes photo by Agustin Berrocal 

this fire
a cradle
under a waning moon

for rockets 

pulled from the earth
and kissed Midas gold

by smitten Gods,
peasants and spangled stars

this fire

ritual fuel for
cowboy sunrise revolutions

Rene ~ July 2013

good shoes

Public domain image via

the day i found my ways

i caught myself
in a tangle
tightly twined 
a forkful of 
spaghetti from a can’t 
just pullin’ the wool 
over easy
under the radar
love, life, and my pursuits;
a hapless sock thread
ensnared by a tack
on the threshold 
unwinding, revealing
a novice habit trail
from door
to table, to chair, to bed
just livin’
but barely
breaking a sweat 
a bowl of dead ends
Is that all there is?
Peggy Lee, blinked
lookin’ for 
high bars
in low places
forcin’ a smile,

your eyes
order a double
some things
are better left unsaid

but winked at…hell yeah
I caught your act
you charlatan 
I say strippin’ off
my socks 
I know your ways
You ought to play 
out in the mud
in your good shoes 
maybe, someday

Rene~July 2013

For 100 Word Song
The song prompt was Patti Smith’s “People Have The Power.”
Love her and I have always felt a kinship with her lyrics
This is my somewhat personal, disconnected take on her classic.
I’m way over 100 words…


Image: A Musin Yohan, via Magpie Tales

trouble overhead

something weighing 
on the mind
i rise
under a vengeful brow
pulling up my heels
Raising my voice!
i go
to my roots
wielding my habits of comfort
i walk the way
of my mother
singing psalms
soothing the sky
Rene~ June 2013
For all of my sisters


“Lighthouse Dandelions” Jamie Wyeth

paint yourself

striped wildcat 
arch your eyebrows 
then jiggle the 
ice, round 
and round
in your jelly glass of 
wink knowingly
as the pretty young things 
and pirouette cleverly 
at your feet
gypsy soul whisperer
father figure 
candle on the water
Rene ~ May 20, 2013
For Magpie Tales


one last broken
one first bite of
let heaven and free will

thunderclap mistress
thirst obscene
lips parted
dripping sunset nectar
the moon is gold
my eyes are green

the world is radiant
the ceiling endless
i have bled into the river
it knows my name


Rene ~ May 5, 2013

For Magpie Tales

Young Woman Picking the Fruit of Knowledge, 1892 by Mary Cassatt