Journey
After Stanley Kunitz Ambition grieved, history stagnated, it was a ruinous time. My heart became a stone, a stuttering rock …
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Storm
After Mark Strand Misfortune arrives on heavy wooden wings The chosen few can pass this night of gales floating in …
Meanwhile
Gray is the shade of the day, it settles over everything, a fine dusting of dull light. The streets are …
A Piece of the Blizzard
Mystery Not one to be solved but to be lived. It is certainly that, and something else, something we want …
Patience
There is snow in April. The birds and squirrels are staying under cover. I can only think in short bursts …
Solidarity
Laughter occurs sporadically, a bit forced through tight lips and tensed jaw. It comes laced with guilty pleasure and rebellion. …
Too Much…
Indecision Not sure what to do next, I may do nothing as if that were an actual option, but doing …
Rhythm
The cadence of water slapping stone takes me deep inside my cocoon where rhythm is a force of nature. The …
Three Poems…
Husk shucked from the kernels, too stubborn to return to dust. Sawdust on the taproom floor makes it sweepable at …
The Stone Arch Bridge
Gaze down at the dark water. Bones of factories bleach on the shore. The bridge arches in great leaps of …
Poetry on the run 