Friday, September 19, 2014


In the roundness of a moment
I am rapt
by a bowl of tea.

Saturday, August 9, 2014


A pen has power:
held lightly
in a mold of fingers
into a cat's
batted prey.

Sunday, August 3, 2014


I lose the strain
of the crickets' song
at the sight
of your old red crest
closer to me
than you have ever been
so that I begin to doubt
recognition of you.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

My Prius

Newer coats
of yellow paint
cannot hide

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Loss, Deferred

It is like the craving
for blueberry pancakes
stacked or strewn
dusted with sugar
tasting them so cleanly
in my mind's eye
and deciding against fulfillment.

Sunday, April 13, 2014


It does not come from a stone
insensible to the lashings
of wind and sea
but from a palpitating heart
wrung yet again.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014


Sight focuses on the familiar:
evergreens tossing
in wind and snow
where a sparrow had been waiting all along.