Troubling Times
Turning the channel, observing the news I hear Tragedies, desperations forming plenty of fear Folks losing jobs, can’t make ends meet Living carries a price that’s above people’s reach This economy plagues only uncertainty...
Category: Poetry
We Are a Mystery of Becoming
(for Carter) We are a mystery of becoming: obstinate riping of time; capricious tango of biomolecules; the fervent cleavings of a zygote, fated migrations in gastrulas, urge toward organogenesis; discharged into the world a...
These Endless Moments
I lay in flat on the earth, making my summer grass angel. Above, the undersides of green and gold leaves glow in the afternoon light. Below, cool roots connected to the hum of Earth’s...
First Class
Haibun Poetry Rich walks me to room 252, finishing some comment as he opens a steel, fire-rated door. I enter, and he closes that door behind me. Fifteen Black and Hispanic teens look...
Permafrost
Look – I need this Format Replace Tantalize Wrap around this little finger…here Search the memory banks; tumult Flex Gasp Shudder, remember those invitations Folded neatly on the seams…here Slam it forward roll those...
Why We Broke Up
I like you too much. I can’t see us ever breaking up and it scares me. I’m already dating someone else. You’re not Jewish enough. I’m getting back together with my ex. You’re not...
The Golden String
He took a big needle, put the string in the eye of the needle gently, almost petting the needle. There there, he said now we are ready. He took their skin between his fingers...
Do You Know Me
Nameless, faceless person You’re a mystery that’s taboo Will tonight be the night, My fantasy comes true Feeling your presence hovering Haunting within my dreams Arousing my every thought My desire craves for thee...
Forget To Be Good
We forget to be good. The sense of it fading Like a cluttered dream. Those engrained ethics coming loose, To drift off in wispy flocks Like a calm morning of cloud. We grip them...
The End Of All Things Cold
For your review are several things an eye likes to pretend isn’t there the reality with the tattoo that says, “celibate” Rush toward likenesses favored by all the fantasies Aborted before they had time...
