Tuesday, August 18, 2015

that summer
was a wishing well

golden coins -
we threw ourselves
in sacred water

splashing gods
to tell them

we are here

Sunday, April 26, 2015

a death

quiet and still,

preferred for the space

it creates

the oddity

of being broken

when joy fills the cracks

between pieces

Saturday, April 25, 2015

loose gravel -

the unsure ground

we stand on

the way we measure

time between

writing each letter,

this unmarked page

has grown into a year

on days as cold

as a heartless lie

I take small bites

of the sun 

and pretend it isn't getting

any darker

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Worth the While of Questions

the questions make it

why else do we
wipe our feet
on the welcome mat of
a warm sand shore

look through an ocean
of everything

waiting without taking
a step

  lest we drown in ambiguities

seeing if the distance
between the ends
has squeezed together

the back door
becomes the front door and
we pass through
an amusement park

where barkers bark
the challenge of a mental game

  step up and give the answer

we pay whatever they ask
throw whatever they place
in our hands

so we do quick calculations
and throw
and recalculate
an imagined success
and the over-sized prize
of a fuzzy bear stuffed with
every answer from
a foreign shore

plastic rings spin above
to and from glass bottle
to glass bottle
never choking
their empty necks

answers bounce
making a wonderful ping
delighting the ears but
throw as many rings
as you like 
it's rigged
the angle's wrong
the rings are undersized
the words were poured out
before you ever got up that morning

leaving an empty space
of swarming motions


to anything that would take
the need of
our questions

Sunday, November 9, 2014


I walked in circles to the corner

to ease my pain.

Folks stared at display windows

stiff legged

looking for change.

Thursday, October 30, 2014


what are the particulars
of imagination
that bleed so real
so far away
from flowing

Saturday, October 25, 2014


we've all climbed that wall

looking over


to see a different madness

mine is so ordinary


Sunday, October 19, 2014


the white haired wizard
forgot his spell -
waved his wand
in the air
to no effect

Monday, July 21, 2014


we survey the land

carve out dirt

what is ours

will own us

one day

#5lines #tanka

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Cardboard Boxes

the move is done,
from may to july,
from country to city,

cardboard boxes taped full
of stuff you forgot you
ever owned or regretted
on sale
had to have
garage sale deal

better off without
if only there was an available

for the bullshit.

endless forms and papers
that protect banks and
mortgage lenders
from losing their precious pennies
they want to lend to you with
a smile
and a blue ball point pen.

borrowed and leased
vehicles, some packed efficiently,
oh fuck, let's get this over with,
shifting contents with every turn
and sudden stop, damn, this 
is a big truck to empty
again, again...

you get it.

now, we're all happy
to be in the Village that's
really a city
with its back end butted
that east cleveland blight,

they say.

I don't know.

seems pretty good here,
that popular buzz about
diversity -
every gender identity and race with
healers and poets,
transcendental dopers, old lady
dog walkers scooping
fresh fecal lumps from the neighbor's
tree lawn,

young black couples - boy and boy,
girl and girl - holding hands skipping
down the street
singing a song, they think
oz is up the incline and around
the corner, they
don't care (why should we),

the overstuffed transvestite top has
five o'clock shadow and
wants to fight
who says otherwise,

and too fast drivers from stop
to stop sign
on the phone 'cuz Lord knows
your life is so small you
better fill it with blah-blah-blather
like a
epicurean got his hands on an
all you can eat without getting
sick buffet.

the boxes are now
in every room of the new house,
undecided about where they'll stay
or go.

burn 'em, I say,
for a fresh

Monday, May 26, 2014


tomorrow -

a presumption held lightly

while we make

a mad dash through



neither day

nor night

between two worlds

the descent

the rise

deciding in the pause