Thursday, September 21, 2006. Written for my mother, Angela Brill Thaler, in 1984, soon after. How their mothers are dead. Except behind the ironing board. And in unfulfilled dreams -. Floating on her back in blue water. She is monumental as mountains. Head on, two cars prove -. She is full of bones. And a good deal of brain.

Friday, November 17, 2006. My family is hugely important to me. New Baby June, born November 14, 2007. In these last fertile weeks of the year. Nico took his first steps. Tiago learned how to read. Leify learned how to talk. Without wings,underwater, while. Leapt into the pool, and sweet.

Friday, December 29, 2006. Glide in, ran and ran. Seven wide, tired smiles. My eyes began to drip. The rest, of course. Poetry Immersion Classes with Joan Dobbie. Some Thoughts and How to on Poetry Writing. How I Made A Friend.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006. Some of them only for weeks,. And years, enough so. I thought the whole world. And then when they left. What more can I say? For more poems about relationship, click on the links to the right. Poetry Immersion Classes with Joan Dobbie. Some Thoughts and How to on Poetry Writing.

Driving Cross Country with Andy and Day. Friday, November 24, 2006. So much loss I need to expound about that one. How I at age 42. Swam my way over the breadth of America. With two 13 year old boys. Both alive in those days and we were driving. To see them, but there was in those days. We swam in the Willamette before we left home.

How I Came To Be On Earth. Wednesday, November 29, 2006. One velvet star struck night. In May, near the tiny town. Of Trogan, Switzerland, not so very long. Was finally really over,. And everyone in refugee camp. Was just about worn out. Tiptoeing past the shabby canvas cot. Where my pretty blond sister, Elfie,. Lay sleeping, past the only slightly. Where my pretty dark cousin, Blanca,.

Saturday, December 2, 2006. HOW I MADE A FRIEND. Hey Monkey Man, Prince man, King of the Castle. Bicycle Rider, Scaler of Trees. Be my friend, please, if you will. Teach me to ride with you, climb with you. Teach me to sway with the breeze. Show me the secrets of Pumpkinland Heaven. Map me the path of her moon. Pray that she shines on me soon. Silly man, Monkey Man, rider of rapids.

Friday, January 5, 2007. It happens i turn on cold. And the spray as it tickels my toes. Or waking on a hot night. And reaching for some body. This too Y E E S S S. And the grins on our faces.