short poem

There are the fronds again Flimsy green knives Commanded by the wind . . . Or do they know how … More

dreams

dreams like a little bowl of pretzels tiny twisted salt on toast one and another up and over the little … More

something there Dark in the darkness drags me in surrounded punching the air sure something’s there when the light finally … More

cars rushing lights waiting going waiting sighs planes roaring wings going going going high brains voicing sounds greeting moving hi … More

open books strewn about about little things a bout of little things clashing atomic bigger thing Big Bang beginning little … More

you’re the moon ghost pale skin smooth cold craters for bruises forgotten at day played at night dancing round and … More

eraser strands strewed all about my desk like peelings of a scab blood I seek syrup of honesty to pour … More

they discard for the rich, worthless but even they discard for the starved, homeless but even they discard for the … More

angel, snow bright bleached burning snow simple, pure angels know all frozen droplets fallen heaps perfectly burning imperfect deathless beings

I am my best friend I am my worst enemy to think it has all come together now I could … More