Category Archives: Poetry

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 →

The middle of her lower back is sore from coughing hard or hoisting too much weight. Her belly’s full of gas – but that and more discomfort’s her dessert, the way she ate… She’s made herself a promise overdue, to … Continue reading →

He wears a coat and jacket, shirt and vest, but pulls the extras off to read and ride and nap commuting home. He starts his rest and I can see his head and eyelids slide – he’s sloping east while … Continue reading →

I’ll tell you one opinion, girls and boys, that I with time increasingly believe: the psyche broadcasting makes so much noise it overwhelms the power to receive. “I know, I know,” asserts the egotist, and thereby blocks the avenue to … Continue reading →

You cannot talk me out of how I feel but I might have a way to work on me: By counting boons or heeding the appeal of what will be my future history. Or maybe I just can’t sustain a … Continue reading →

How complicated is society, that over all its eons has evolved to felt a fabric of conformity compressed. It seems our politics dissolved the bright connections out of which we made a counterpane. It’s iron comedy, or comic irony. Our … Continue reading →

I’m out of step – I walk today in pain. My neck’s a starboard ache, but nothing much compared to what I carry to the train: a load of rage and rue too deep to touch. For I can rub … Continue reading →

The visions of this morning put to words, in vain attempt to memorize the scene, is all about the presence of the birds: a hummingbird that matches fuschia’s green and darting hovers dancing in the air, and then a fair … Continue reading →