Category Archives: Poetry

The holidays are hard upon me now, and winter darkness pushes me inside where media productions show me how inadequate I am. The facts implied obnoxiously about familial pleasure, the instances of love I see portrayed, all make me take … Continue reading →

I had a vision of myself today while striding angrily to catch a train. I seemed to rise above and watch, the way approachers to their deaths and back explain. I saw me as a radiating form, my feet in … Continue reading →

or: Another Attempt to Capture a Dream Lesson Because she fears the basement so, her dreams keep sending her on errands to the place. And tension always mounts because it seems the light no longer works – she’s forced to … Continue reading →

Embarrassment’s a universal fear – the nightmare and the bogeyman of youth that seems to find more nourishment each year, and changes shape but always hides this truth: For anyone who’d stake an honest claim to ethical and wise maturity, … Continue reading →

…described himself as stodgy, with a moue. I told him he should try another word. “Fastidious or fussy is more true,” and he: “You really think so?” fairly purred. He ordered roasted chicken over rice and ate the bird with … Continue reading →

A woken woman’s walking up the street too early on a winter working day. She’s hauled along by dancing canine feet, as ever ready any way for play. The woman carries coffee in a cup that keeps it hot and … Continue reading →

I made an observation yesterday: No matter where I went, it seemed to me that drivers couldn’t tolerate delay and used their horns to build cacophony. Not once did I observe near accident and never did I hear them used … Continue reading →

Increasingly, I’ve cherished a belief: Though agony can fuel an artist’s voice, unhappiness is actually a thief of honesty, and takes away the choice that every great creation must contain. Is mania a natural consequence for hours spent enthralled in … Continue reading →