Category Archives: Poetry

One hundred pages written fifty years ago, I’m reading like they’re fresh this week. Amid the words a character appears: a woman-girl whose memory I seek. She wrote of incidents I don’t recall. She often seemed too self-dismayed to thrive. … Continue reading →

I say you make me know I have a soul. I feel inside the core of me a pull that takes me out of me. I’ve no control about this tractor beam, and I am full at once with ache … Continue reading →

Today I tried three different pairs of shoes before I strapped these sandals on my feet. I’m careful – if I incorrectly choose, I’ll pay for it on path or stairs or street. I hate a heavy shoe or heated … Continue reading →

Bizarre and perilous seems my routine today, and I don’t understand the cause of this foreboding mood. It cannot mean catastrophe my dog has tender paws, abraded brow and irritated skin. My dreams are derelict as my garage, I nothing … Continue reading →

The fog against my face is fleet and chill, inspiring me to processing inside my panoramic plans; my acts of will and attitude; a deviance; a tide as tubular and strong as lunacy creates. Now morning blares the fog to … Continue reading →

The view down Sacramento Street aligns today. The garbage cans like fences edge the boundary of yard and street. Designs of linearity are drawn with hedge and pepper tree, while arrowing ahead of me recede the blocks of old concrete: … Continue reading →

I closed my eyes this morning as I strolled, and sought to sense surroundings without sight. The air upon my chin was clean and cold. The chirps of birds were speckles on the white of 8 a.m., and humming undertones … Continue reading →

The seconds mount to minutes grow to hours, and add to days and weeks and months and years. No creatures of this planet have the powers to alter time’s progression. Petty fears and grand ambitions neither speed our clocks nor … Continue reading →