Category: Poetry

    late August and the earth shifted under his feet he could feel the sunlight change more angular dropping shafts of hazy light through the branches...

Three a.m. bolt of panic hits, thoughts of disasters to come. Spring out of bed, blazed by adrenaline. Transfixed by the body’s power to destroy. Everything tha...

  Stepping on the porch, I found a small gift, a faded hummingbird resting on its side. Transferring it to the palm of my hand, thinking it dead, I thought...

Let me be the bacon To your tomato heart. Heavy on the mayo, light On the toast. Deal the lettuce Leaves from their round deck. Tear the ends Of paper straws an...

  June, stay a while. Linger with me until the last bloom on the basswood tree withers, and the bees move on to bergamot. I’ll see you in the jars of...

  We sat across from one another at a local bakery, two isolatos on distant sides of a big marble table. You were narrow shouldered, lean, almost emaciated...

to begin when you don’t know what the deal is, or if there’s a deal, nobody’s saying it’s a deal, or we have a deal, I mean there are times when you think you’r...

What a luxurious bed        and through that window             &...

my presentation completed I walk the Via Dolorosa on the route He walked buried now some feet below me by the debris of time all around me I feel larval creatur...

–“and the Word became Flesh,” —John 1:14 (RSV) –“and someday, I’m gonna be a real boy!” —Pinocchio The stick figure man tries to figure how hi...