Category: Poetry

Empty Lot 0

One Who’s You

I woke up with Jesus in my fist. He was a well-groomed, handsome brunette with modest beard and a perfectly symmetrical face. He wiggled free a little and said “You don’t believe in me.”...

Christmas Poems, Christmas 1

Orange Contemplations

Christmas Poems   Pumpkin love and Halloween goblins on the eve of ghostly party scenes. Tangerine sunsets for my veranda’s view while shades of cadmium Monarch butterflies float in autumn’s blossom skies for all...

Winter Forest Road 1

Forests

There are places in the city that make me think of home- The back woods of New England, the winding, curving, tree-shrouded roads ancient stone walls that wound steadily at my side while I...

Christmas 0

December 24, 2014

It’s so nice to be here Leaned upon the other As we are wont to do Two souls beside each other on the couch It’s snowing? No, you’re just seeing things Lit by the...

Morning Read 0

Words

There is no truth in words. True communication is ancient. Movement, tone of voice, intonation. Words can be easily manipulated, misinterpreted, unappreciated. Through words we are trapped in a world of self recognition. In...

Girl on a Bridge 1

I’m Listening

My spirit knows. She knows it. Knows the us before now from the ancient past into eternity. My spirit, she knows more than any other part of me, she knows. A knowing like she...

Musing 0

When We Curse

Our inadequacies We condemn ourselves When we aspire to be like others We humiliate ourselves When we want, because we do not think we have We have nothing Surrender to this nothing Be nothing...

Contemporary Haibun Today, Time 0

Passing

Contemporary Haibun Poem   The mid-afternoon sun rests along the top of the Ramapo Mountains. The patio shines in a brilliance unobstructed by leafless maple trees. Mira and I sit at the table, taking...

Trance 0

Ode to Merce

So long maestro — we don’t mourn you; you’ve always walked with the sages. When will we enter again that summerspace? Your ethereal garden of pointed light, where birds disperse into spiral oblivion, and...

City 0

Breakthrough

Watching cement crack Why is this so entertaining? Is it purely sensory? Listening to the chalky rubble Feeling it chunk away with my eyes. Wow – This rock of man And its ubiquitous stubbornness...

Pigeons 0

Gourmet Spam

Good morning — I hope you can join me tomorrow Your kind attention; please do not be surprised by my email I have a question that I hope you can answer for me The...

Texture 0

Vacancy

I awake with the wall in my face, I poke out my tongue to see how it tastes – it tastes real, like damp and wallpaper paste. I feel alone, each breath that I...