(moon in the twelfth house)

photo © polly macdavid   (moon in the twelfth house)   i have a habit of hiding out.   when i am alone.  or with others.  i am very good at this.   you don’t see me if i don’t want you to see me.  psychological camo. yes.  it is a habit.    a very good habit.   i … Continue reading →

(sonnet for the solar eclipse)

  (sonnet for the solar eclipse)   new  pattern.  in  motion.   break with tradition. forget  problems from  the  past. end denial.   find joy. allow love in.     in all ways & always.   personal rituals. daily meditation. candles.  incense.  rosary beads. lifting up my heart.   talents sacred.  soulful.  spiritual.  & sweet.   the chirping of … Continue reading →

(july 7, 1979)

[myself … at a picnic in the summer of 1979]   (july 7, 1979)     i remember that day.   it was clear blue & bright yellow under a hot july mid-morning sun. arriving in that little red car that cornered like a dream & screamed along the expressway. i remember that day. the … Continue reading →

(last poem for doug)

  photo © polly macdavid   (last poem for doug)   the sun shined today: the snow melted & ran in little streams down the street.   just a year ago, our love blossomed with the daffodils & grew like grass,   overwhelming us like the scent of wild roses where we made love.   but … Continue reading →

(the queen of cups)

collage © polly macdavid   (the queen of cups)   you must understand sometimes i forget what was or when & almost never actually factually how but this is after all the nature of the business.  the creation of illusion.  drama.  myth. presenting oneself like a scrumptious dish. always on.  never off.  always the queen. … Continue reading →

(the king of cups)

collage © polly macdavid   (the king of cups)   is this love, baby?  or just confusion?  ~ jimi hendrix   another cup of melancholia. voice breaking into waves of emotion. you dream too much.  your eyes see faraway magic.  mysterious places.  many years ago you lived in the future.  now you live in the … Continue reading →

(the kiss)

valentine’s day, 2017, in memory of someone who is no longer with me   you in your truck leaning out the window me on my toes in the shlush © polly macdavid   Continue reading →