Alcatraz
His island turns out to beinhabited by people I’d come to know.But where is he now?Buried beneath it?Or still versifying:Stringing stones and weaving words?What does he do with them now?Are they carefully foldedand tucked behind a light-switch plate? No, probably…
Scatter the Seed and Go On with Your Life; I Mean it
Plant a tree for me, said someone I know—as we know people these days.The notion caught my attention.What a lovely thought, I said tothe space in my mind that receivesand holds onto all the wordscreated by the space in my…
Cosmos
in his comings and goingseddie the e has found himselfraised from the dead.he’s happy to be back,right where he belongs,with a pen in his handand words tingling in his fingertips. happy cake and candles!blow up the balloons!it’s your birthday! the…
Circulation
The roundness of tonight’s moonadded depth to her wordsprinted on the old newspaperthat happened to find its wayinto my hands. She is a former colleaguewho might have been a friendif our paths had crossedat a different pointin the cycle of…
Windstorm
The light glorious warms the hours,asking forgiveness for the galebullying trees and knocking them flat,tearing at ropes, stopping the buzz.The sharp silence inside.the gentle roar outside.Ticklish trees and leaves at playswooping and swirling,sashaying and sliding,dipping to descend in a blink,blanketing…
You Can’t Take this Away
There was a time when I was writing lots of poetry. Then, the motivation waned. It waxes again on occasion, and I thought it would be nice to collect what I have written and what I might write here at…
