Category Archives: Poetry

Perhaps I’ll integrate my heart and head. Shall I attempt consolidation, just the way my fingers interweave at rest, or like I used to braid my daughter’s hair? Or this: incorporate my soul instead – encourage it to excavate my … Continue reading →

I don’t admire man enough to make my god a man. I really don’t like people very much. I try to reason honestly, as clearly as I can, but can’t imagine deity with touch or ears or nose, or vocal … Continue reading →

I see a line of 14 folks whose flight has been delayed, and every one of them appears resigned and patient: quite all right with change in plans. Each has a stratagem I can’t perceive. It’s San Francisco fog again … Continue reading →

The willow branches comb the lazy stream like fingers trailing off a rowboat’s wale. The tendrils form a bell of shade; they screen our eyes from summer’s unrelenting flail. Upstairs clear plastic covers every seat and corrugated plastic tarps the … Continue reading →

You can’t be perfect, or you would be mine. But then again, my vision may be skewed, and what will be may be in fact more fine than anything I dream. It would be rude if I attempted argument, and … Continue reading →

My parents’ marriage died when I was six, and Mom reports I wasn’t that surprised. They broke what they did not know how to fix, for friendship didn’t prosper when disguised as some momentous mating for all time that neither … Continue reading →

It’s absolutely fun to grin at you, a pure delight to hear you tell a joke or give you one. These little glees are new to me, just like the passions you evoke. I work so much, and rest more … Continue reading →

They say one never knows what one will do until confronted by extremity. In theory I would never, she’d eschew, and you would sooner die than act like he, except events upset our plans so much that we surprise ourselves … Continue reading →