Poetry

Elegance and Peace

Today I ask for orange to make peace with yellow and not war across the page / Spilling on red, assaulting blue and running head first into…

Your Secret

When the family gathers for Sunday meetings in a house with walls that hold blood six generations thick, When we dance in halls for charity…

I Long For The Day

I long for the day when it was quite right to hate you because youre Irish, German, Spanish, a Jew. I long for the day when I didnt have to…

Opening Night

Each bold range, octave and cord pleads for recognition / And begs for you to know/ What unfolds before you is more

The Rains

I could bring in the breeze with a few clouds to break the sun’s sting Or shower upon a land fire and cut off its hunger for power. W…

I’d Get Over It

If I could write it out of me, write a few lines and whisk away the pain / I’d smear ink, / / I’d chicken scratch years of scorn and mocke…

I Am Full

Offer to another the peaceful sound of waves over stones. / And feed the masses cake and cookies

Unbound

I shiver at the thought of this freedom / At the thought of not wearing regret upon my heart or guilt as shoes / I wonder how I will walk w…

Weary Art Companions

Needing, requiring like breath, like shelter, like life itself to be drawn across a world of acrylics once more, just once more.

A Mind of Mayhem

A mind of mayhem / Twisted and tangled / Unsure of the way out / Looks to the North, to the South / To the Sea, to the Sky / And perceives …

The Same

Then no one finds themselves at the end of our jokes/ at the head of lines they should not lead or / behind lines they never should have cr…

The Affair

Time and again Sleep has proven to sustain me and / To support the growth of my heart. / But I turn my back on this soul mate and / Reach f…

A Light Left On

They roam across the sky in a line of know how. Not one turns to the left or the right. Straight ahead, each spread across the expanse, one…

The Community

But the community never touched her fingers. / Where was the community when this child was crying? / They were up in arms about the number …

Thunderstorm

until its almost normal. Im used to being wet. Its in my heart, lungs, legs and knees. The rumblings make my teeth chatter. My body swings …