Saturday, December 6, 2014

To be mired
in timelessness:
by a creative repeating...

Saturday, November 15, 2014

New Patient

Chronic pain and its attendant miseries
under the consolation
of medical labels.

I am suffused
with knowledge of past futility
wanting to be disproved
by the new patient.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

On a Bike

Abetted by the kindness
of a slope
at dusk
with the proverbial
wind in my hair
all the problems of the day are surmounted.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

To Write

To be in the midst 
of a press of bodies
warmed by the midday sun
or to remain in the dispassion
of a solitary sunrise.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

How many layers of sound
can animate us 
when we strain to hear 
the song of the crickets
over the din
of birds
and thoughts...

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Tuesday's List

buying cat food
reading Proust -in year three or four
and rushing to soak up the light before it all ends.

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.