Category Archives: Poetry

Describe the light, insists the prod within, that makes the city famous. Paris lit electrically, like varnish on live skin, does not impress this visitor a bit. But something in the valley of the Seine makes sunlight feel two miles … Continue reading →

I chipped away at chores the last three days, collected calm and tried to do things right. I watched my mouth in speech and eating ways, so why are my green trousers feeling tight? That doing right repays me well … Continue reading →

Insidious as time is, sneaking days by us, accumulating weeks to years, digesting us entirely in ways a snake would envy (how it disappears like clockwork – now is then and will is would), that powerful is Morpheus, that steep, … Continue reading →

The qualities that fired us to bond at 17 encourage us to nap at 55. More powerful than rhino horn were common tastes; between our nods we agitated love alive. “Too cool!” “Get out!” We each the other’s sentence could … Continue reading →

I notice hands commuting east tonight – the women’s ropy tendons – mine and theirs – the bitten nails on this one to my right and him across the aisle, sneaking stares at me or leaning forward, weary head upheld … Continue reading →

Her husband’s home most every night by 8: a little drunk, an easy-going man. He’s had a few with friends – he isn’t late – he’ll help with kids or dishes if he can. He’s 25 years older than he … Continue reading →

“How many blocks?” she queried with her foot upon the brake, “And what’s the street where I should make the turn?” I started to reply but then I realized it would take too long and luck as well for her to … Continue reading →

I went five days away from daily care and pitched a tent where I could feel the sky. I watched the silence as it drifted by. I read eternity’s erosive wear. I went into the desert, and while there I … Continue reading →

It happened close to home. She passed the place for coffee, and upon the bench outside she noted one among a few: a face above a cup beneath gray hair that eyed her back and speechless said their private look … Continue reading →

For nearly 40 years, I crossed the bay to work at clerking on an endless list, to slay the tasks that fund my final pay though they have cost me neck and eyes and wrist. And for the most part … Continue reading →