POETRY  by the PenHouseInk Guild



Four Poems by Four Authors

Dee Doyle  •  judi goldberg  
Ingrid Kincaid
  •  Dixie Lewis

from Naked Writings
PenHouseInk, Vol. 1. No. 1
ISBN 1-931002-06-1
PenHouseInk Press, 2001


  cover: Naked Writings

Dee Doyle
Pit Stops for Your Mind

Hungry? Take time to stick your mind-tongue
into the sweet pulp of a nanosecond,
let its essence ooze into your curiosity
sense-buds, slurp it up like syrup, feast.
Sated? Then time again to zip
through your inner space roads.
Or, perhaps you’d rather park on the moment,
enjoy a comfy snooze at another pit stop
before racing off in thoughts
on the roads of possibilities.

judi goldberg

is rain and thoughts and the sound of the sky blowing up
your fingers in my mouth and my vagina greed
cracks in the sidewalk and the edifice slipping

the phone rings I know the news already before the harbinger
sour as lemon but mine true as the flood potent as rape
not death at all, life
simple as taking out the trash
hard as carrying wood up the stairs
complicated as walking a straight line
impossible as knowing without reckoning
which way is up

life plain as a road
plain as words making short shrift of their inexorable meaning
space occupying lesion bad enough
but like the choir eunuch innocuous
brain tumor an apocalyptic figure looming
steel blue eyes sunless face a close-hauled foe
a corrupt enemy of mine another vision
of me

Ingrid Kincaid
The Path

At dawn
the unruly oak trees
poke their curly heads
up through the tule fog
checking the sky
for signs of spring

By midday
the eucalyptus
dressed in ragged clothing
stand around in groves
wasting time
counting egrets
planted in the pasture

As evening approaches
the green grass lays down
covering itself with a comforter
of mustard and daffodils
while frogs croak a chorus
reminding the moon
it’s time to get up

Dixie Lewis
Where Does A Giraffe Rest Its Head?

It rests its head on the fog bank that lingers over the city zoo.
It rests its head on the morning breeze that dances through the
    Eucalyptus tree.
It rests its head in the embrace from a Koala Bear.
It rests its head on the dreams of children who stop to count its spots
    before wondering by.
It rests its head on the whispering sounds that come from the Tiger’s
It rests its head on the baby Hippo’s cry for its mother.
It rests its head on the Boa Constrictor’s view from behind the glass.
It sometimes lies its head behind the Elephant’s ear, but it prefers the
    random curve of its trunk.
It rests its head on the blue and white reflection that glides by on the
    surface of the moat.
It rests its head on the pondering thoughts of the Gorillas.
It rests its head on the Polar Bear’s memories of floating on ice.
It rests its head on a vast plain the Lions often talk about.
It rests its head on the creaking sound the iron gate makes as it
    swings shut at the end of the day.
When it sleeps it rests its head on the vastness that covers a place it
    has never known.
In the dead of night it rests its head on the silence coming from
    those who once knew what it was
Like to be free.

© PenHouseInk Press, 2001


Dee Doyle:
dee_doyle @earthlink.net

judi goldberg:

Ingrid Kincaid:

Dixie Lewis:



The cover for Naked Writings is 80-pound Mansion White (25% cotton, recycled). Text pages are printed on matching 60-pound Mansion White with a Tarragon flysheet.


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