Category Archives: POETRY

Spring blue sky warmed by the sun-wash of yellow, stretches from the rooftop to the maplewoods out back, and wide, punctured by the rosy pink of peach blossoms, to the hedgerow stone Far beyond my fingertip horizon, I imagine edges … Continue reading →

A single day each year smells of the heat of young summer of rain and the pungent scent of pavement steams through the city then fades with its presence while May and July travel on and forgotten in the next … Continue reading →

Without its double-u will becomes ill; funny how places of things and all things in place turn soil into sand maples to cacti and adding salt to a stream makes an ocean

It’s a group nailed tightly together in rows of wood and paper boxes each with a single door that opens in, opens out like estuaries onto the main stream of political hallways that run downriver, carrying their barge that drags … Continue reading →

I’ve been stuck on the Alzheimer’s series of poems that came in a rush for two days and then dwindled. I’m glad that the feelings came out, the memories of memory lost. Just sort of fell into it before I … Continue reading →

I wake up to the ghost of her, all that is left stands there in the dark above my couch– her couch–on which, half a dozen years ago her independence would never have allowed for me to sleep there stay … Continue reading →

I didn’t see it but I’d heard the sky had fallen somewhere in the southern part of Spain. And someone (again, I don’t know for a fact) had tried to patch the cracks with duct tape rolled out like ribbons … Continue reading →

Magnolia waits drinks the wine of April clings to her wraps of petal softness purple, pink Magnolia wants that special someone her mother, friends and books had said would come Magnolia feels before she sees him dew glistening as she … Continue reading →

Okay, away from the serious to a lighter streak of concept: Stumbling around in a dream, Ipicked up a key with no doorand walked on no path marked with a red-dotted linewith cloud wisps wrappedaround my ankles

“Well goodbye,” she says standing there in front of her house in a gay red wool coat, her handbag in hand, an open smile on her face I glance at my dad, caught by the pain in his eyes that … Continue reading →

Geese sing as they fly or maybe it’s just conversation in lyrical beat to the rhythm of wings slipping through sky Trees grow tall overnight or is it the time between branches that fork and sprout out in prickly fir … Continue reading →

Rebuilding walls that have fallen with the onerous weight of hope and trust that came like chisels; flakes of suspicion flying, each false smile laying another layer low Now each slight a stone, each pebble a pain, each lie lost … Continue reading →