Little Sparrow
Poem Hey, little sparrow, come, sit next to me, tell me of the world ahead, what you’ve seen and heard. Where are you going, tell me, where is the end, depict it. What...
Category: Poetry
Another “Not Yet” (9/11/14)
Two middle-aged women arrive from RPRC. After a brief conversation at our kitchen table, which they record, they take EMF readings throughout the house. After they finish, they say that they can’t get the...
My Favorite Getaway
Poem Inside a cocoon of waterfalls Silence and wonder fill the car A forest of wind, a rush of rain Bubbles flying in the air A quiet and crisp Zen meditation Circling optical illusions...
Summer Tale
Poem As I close my eyes… hear the waves of the ocean gently kissing my body feel the breeze caressing my face, kissing my lips see the blue azure which my hands are...
One Week Down
It’s the end of the first full week, and I rest in the chaise. Mira lies next to me, her sunglasses giving her that Jackie Kennedy Onassis impression. Maple leaves in the canopy above...
Growing Up
Poem On the edge of who you could be Looking at all the possibility A child leading your two feet Each step time moves a little faster Each step a promise of being better...
Mind Battle
Poem In the gloaming There are dull drumbeats: The forests are black and thick with shadows, Waiting to attack like ghostly wolves. I don’t know what’s real and imagined anymore. A thousand voices...
The Dragonfly
Poem The Dragonfly flew away it all started one winter evening when the blackness of the sky landed in the ink I felt change was around me and called on ancient rituals tha dragonfly...
Two Nighttime Tastes
I savor the flavor of the first bite of freshly grilled chicken. And yet, somehow, I simultaneously taste the plain slice of pizza that I ate over two hours ago. Autumn Night moistening my...
Gotta Hand It To You
Spoken Word Astride your prejudices Steadfast clamp of knees To hold fast Against bucking tradition Formerly, a ruse Now, matters of course Flow into oceans of “Say it ain’t so’s” Half-mast slick talk, Eye-rolling...
To What Destiny of Mine
Poem To what destiny of mine I ask , O conscript fathers, so that I may have this query rejoined. I tour the western rim of the fluvius Tiberis as night pursues the...
