How to Die
Turn off the television Pull closed the curtains Let their fabric touch Make the lights low Go ahead, and run a bath Then select a sharp razor Now it would be prudent To forgo...
Category: Poetry
Winter: Another Short Pantoum
I gave her my secret. With both hands Twining in and out of burnt branches, Reaching for the sky. In her eyes, I dripped away somewhere deeper than lost. Twining in and out of...
The First Day of Autumn
Shall we mourn the departed or dance on their graves How can the embers of this death burn so brightly against this crisp air These fresh hopes ignited by a season sprung by the...
Ad Infinitum
Resist this – cold, concrete ground beneath your feet. The clickety clack, clickety clack resound through city streets. You – are the bought and sold, led to wander endlessly around, peering in shop windows for a...
Yellow Rubbish
Rubbish, old yellow rubbish. You see, it is there, It doesn’t move It stares at you While you walk, smile or think. Old yellow rubbish Covering the air Whispering dark thoughts It dyes every...
Waiting III
Will you ever know My was combed just so Framing my free face Like a gift with a bow? I see you over there With a self-assured air Watching you just talking Interrupt? I...
A Poet’s Wile
A Virgin Vestibule am I If I wrote a poem I lied You don’t understand it’s Quite obscene and if I Told you what I mean I would shrink a spinning Slacker upon the...
Spring Party, Autumn Post
Haibun Poetry His son’s face is covered in a greenish-yellow goo! Chris holds his daughter, showing an “aw shucks” grin. I stare at his Facebook photo. The last time he called, I knelt...
Out of… (Ordinary’s Reckoning)
Deal… deal, deal, deal Come, be a perfect excuse to stay outside fear’s halo shhh! On your tiptoes, now plie, demi-point turn toward blackened fireplace blow kisses in cold air while suitable mates trudge...
The Sand Pear
The sun has descended Jersey’s belly as I climb the hill to home. A cold front presses Liberty Street. An old woman flaps beneath a flood of light like moth stripped of a wing...
Jelly Bean Spirit
A bright crisp breeze of happiness fills my chest, filling the specific corner that usually aches. Jelly bean spirit kisses. It’s a ridiculously sunny day today, makes me feel all is right in the...
