Apples oranges

plus and minus

two trains passing

co and sine us.


Fifteen over

a tiny six


allow the fix.


Dislike of math

has multiplied.

I’m long divide



Bowls of numbers…

measured by sym.

This exercise

displays some dim.


NOTE: When I was cleaning out the garage today I found papers I’d kept from stuff I wrote when I was in high school. I found a page of algebra homework on which I’d written this poem:

My hate for math is multiplying
I find numbers very trying.
To try to do a long divide
I am not very qualified.
We need numbers! It’s a fact!
So I won’t reject them…
I’ll subtract.

December 20, 1973


o//o    o//o    o//o    o//o

Hand to hand I

close a circuit

in the name of

who will work it…

 //oo    //oo    //oo    //oo

…and ask of he

or maybe her

whose powers are

to me, unsure.

oo//    oo//    oo//    oo//

The act of prayer

is like a bird

who lands in the

dimension third—

o/o/    o/o/    o/o/    o/o/

that space in which

resistance wears

a leather glove

that never tears.

    /oo/    /oo/    /oo/    /oo/

NOTE: The inspiration for this poem came from a video on YouTube titled “Why Do You Fold Your Hands in Prayer?” featuring Guruka Singh who speaks about why people make certain actions without thinking about the reasons beneath. Thank you to my dear friend M.P. for sending this my way. I am grateful and am folding my hands with new knowledge!handsprayerKaylee’s hands…3-6-15


Core relations

at occasions

cause vibrations,

build equations.


Our lips that speak

of hearing ears

ignite hot sparks—

fire loves, drench fears.


Forgive us, God

our ugh, our laud

at life we prod

in numbers odd.


Of what then is

your family?

Cold universe?

Or full-grown tree?


WHY? What about all the letter o appearances in this poem? Think of them as concentric circles, misplaced. They are not really circles–they are Möbius bands. They are cycling energy into this poem that expands with each new reader. Enjoy!


One for the count

Two for the route

Three for the map

Dream of the chute.


One for the hill

Two for the climb

Three for the slide

Dream of the rhyme.


One for the splash

Two for the pool

Three for the swim

Dream of the fool.


One for the wish

Two for the hope

Three for the love

Dream four: the scope.