Easy As Pie
No one in my family eats the cherry pie. Why? It is beautiful there on the counter in its white …
Category Archives: poems
Workshop
Too many people who know too many things. Could they possibly know it all? Having read some poetry, having …
June Bug Love For Charles Bukowski
He is Hank to anyone who knows. When he drinks it is just enough to release something bright, alive (his soul?), …
The Tender Mercy
Cherubim sing atonal hymns in Baroque halls where even a Demon can be corrupted; seduced by music to sway with …
Grace*
She fell gracefully, perfectly balanced like the sweep of a dancer’s arm in reverence, subtle as the Balanchine hand, complex …
Homeless In A Dream*
Tossed on the heap I molder under the weight of a thousand gulls picking at my eyes, coveting my liver. …
Lament For My Religion
How to be guiltless when penance is the sin? I am wary of a Redeemer, A Nazarene claiming all souls, …
Memories In The Old Brain
-the smell of watera scent hanging in the aira trail through parched, barren landnow greened by rainin a time of …
We Know How Much A Man Contains*
Seeds and miracles a mechanical spirit The Father, The Mother, sons of steel, daughters of the revolution. The will to …
Ci Oyate*
The savage stick does not come softly, it is swift, full of vengeance in the white hand of justice. …
Poetry on the run 