I watched your light flickeron and off all day, there on the stairwell, uncertain if my cat had collected youor if you were victim to the crueltyof this human world – perhaps my own,and knowing there was nothing I could do, I stepped over you, again and again, each time reminded of the news,“This is […]
Category: Poems
From poetry to short prose, a list of current creative projects
Ginkgo’s Reprise
I miss you, Ginkgo,yellow leaves and smalland wonder what you’re doing nowamid this winter’s call,if leaves still left you, all bones and bare,if even you’re still standing there,I miss the ancient promise foundyour cycling leaves going round and roundI miss you, Ginkgo,and think you miss me, too.
Crickets
I still hear the crickets chirpingin unison,theirs the voice of God more thanthe voice of God,songs all the way up some hillwhere the tents stood like boothsfor a sacred calling,and I do not know if I belong stillamong such spaceswhere the cicadas whisperedlove,as they shed their past lives –or if my making it of lovewas […]
Ouroboros
our better angels are dead —slaughtered in the night by the old false prophets,scoffing down whatever cultish claim is theirsand in the clamor they consume some truthto shit out lies and serve them on some silver platter,like unwitting cannibalsthey arewho eat not to sate but to exceed,more love for the cutlery than what it cuts,and […]
Past Life
how many pastlivesago was it,what at the timewassogod-damning,and I’ve been damned a few hundred times since,crossed oceans that now seem like ponds,what you did the same with puddlesand just as easily sank toodeepdownthe old winding creek-bedwith the half-assed bridge about its bank,oh, how many ghosts did you meet after mefollowing the deer trail up the […]
Jordan River
be still, my heart: quiet now as the creek is running over rocks roughshod, eroding that cacophony of a world gone mad with choices soiled – and mine, that beating old bag of muscle stuck in its cavity and aching arteries flowing like the creek, cries out for my own sins, for ours, for the […]
The Boonton Line
I took the Mount Olive train to Gethsemane and slept through the Conductor’s call for tickets until, somewhere near Dover, or maybe it was Denville, keeping the vigil came back to me, so I woke up — It’s as if the rail car were a little grotto I saw with a friend from year’s ago, […]
The Prophet and the Lyre
sometimes I can’t speak to you (but the poet can) when words fall on deaf ears, I am mute despite my screaming, that all these years what you hear you only heard in song, so you wonder why I keep on talking, and the truth is, it’s just for me, because we love to hear […]
Naked Tree
and the leaves now have undressed the trees on this island of islands, bare and brazen, but not afraid of the winter’s whisper, of the threat of her howl, while the whole damn world cowers, the trees now are rooted in sand so deep they found soil beneath soil, beneath the leaves of their past, […]
Kingswood
there where the hemlock’s needles spiral up, up, the conifer in a copse of spruce, I saw the pink orchid, the lady-slippers swaying like lanterns to my feet along the stone-staircase, too, there where a fence once was, between friends, lay shale and blue sandstone shattered about, covered in cold, clean, wet-sediment promises I peered […]
