When Visions Are All That Remain
Louise holds a handful of rain and dares me to defy it. Louise takes my hand and dares me to …
Category Archives: poems
Bookends by Dylan
My children will go as soon as they grow for there ain’t nothing here now to hold them. The sound …
On a Road in Maine
On rocks at the edge, lighthouses standout in refraction and reflection. Outliers beaming sixteen miles over serried waves. The earth …
The Buffet Dinner Blues
Curtis is in the jailhouse drinking from an old tin cup. Dehlia’s in the graveyard she may never get up. …
After Reading Hart Crane’s Chaplinesque
In memory of a kitten and a dark mark on my soul… We come to this life full of doubt. …
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays
Listening
Maybe it’s the season but today feels like something simmering, barely off the boil. Here in NY it is gray, …
Miracle Flight
Maybe it is nothing, just geese heading South. How did it come to be this seasonal ritual? Why the first …
Native Land
I am walking the edge of the prairie, bare mournful ground. The deep roots are gone. Houses, barns, wagons, hay …
Happy Birthday
Fractured before we are born, shattered maybe crazed at the end. In between all is light and luminaria. Except in …
Poetry on the run 