Sunday, March 16, 2008

On Testing Positive

Don’t look
at angry men
resigned to padded beds
and lounging chairs.
Turn yourself
from swift-tongued women
caught in fearsome cotton-balled explosions.

The curtain cannot hide the commode,
and ears aren’t made for acrobatics.

This day will come.
Remember youth’s abundance
its jelly rolling and long eyelashes,
the triumphs of bedding a new spouse.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

In The Garden

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Saturday Morning

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Bring the Sun Down

Bring the sun down
past the fir tree sentinels,
tramp it down
beneath the fresh laid sod.

Sit here on the stoop
and whisper with me
until fifty stars are counted
and I will light the oil lamp.

The day has released its weight
into a glittering mobile.
Hear my lullaby
and leave the world to slumber.

Monday, February 12, 2007

sugar maple leaves

A huddle of smoke backed up
against the leeward side of McGintry’s,
an overflow of patrons
air-writing anger or laughing
in tag-team fashion
unfazed by the screech of tires
turning the corner of Aiken Ave.,
the spill of arms
from a passenger side window,
the firecrackers,
Bobby’s drunken stumble from the curb.
Until the fall--
and sugar maple leaves
on a silk shirt.

Friday, August 11, 2006


the tone
of wind chimes,

or soprano solo,

the trickling stream

child’s lung,

pristine quest.


A crash cart cry,
flourish, burn,

a seizing, searing fight,

an angel’s flight.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

bottom's up!