Friday, March 16, 2018


a deserted nest
amid cherry blossoms


on thawing mulch

busy feeders with

molting cardinals

an archer

charging south

restive men

drifting in time

who sleeps?

who asks?

Thursday, July 13, 2017

The walk

Between broken cobblestones,
and shattered wedding china,
a discarded oak cane 
soaks in the mist.
I walk
for lichens,
ferns and bread crumbs.

An empty leash pendulates,
as clocks unwind
on clasped hands. 
Rust hollows
a proud bust.
I return-
having fed that thing,
called hope.

Monday, March 21, 2016

Ode to Einstein

Underneath the fabric of spacetime
two wholes came to be one,
leaving wrinkles and ripples. 
I have waited a billion years
to hear her breathe.I listened at other times
for signs of a cat in the box.

Strands of struggle

 As I stood up to leave
frayed threads of delicate weave,
caught in the hands of time
hurled me across decades
to places I had been before.
Only now, it seemed like a chore.
Only now, smeared in sepia,
like the coffee stained receipts
left behind in empty seats,
I drifted aimlessly in the draft.
If only, strands could be untangled,
clocks unwound and reset
I would! I would forget
what it is like to be forgotten.

Wednesday, May 13, 2015


She fills the void between I and You.
When I leave them unattended
for months and years and
then a few.
With words we had left unsaid.

Monday, September 1, 2014


She had just left.
The lock, still trembling
like the hand
of a clock, stuck in time.
Or was it mine? 

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Executioner's Eulogy

"He was a heartless man,
they say, his life a lie
death is a messy business.
they don' realize. 
having lived his life 
making death readily accesible
his death was rather peaceful
He didn't 'pass way' so to say
There was no transition
He died with his boots on
His parting words:
'Peace is the last thing you would want'"