I stepped outside into the misty rain, reveling in a cooler day after a long heat wave. Not caring if my new sandals encountered puddles or mud. Feeling my jacket and jeans dampen as I circled the neighborhood, watching gardens and flower pots revive. Reluctant…

“…these existing plays have already begun answering the questions of where we are all came from” as if we had no idea our stories held our babies like pits in peaches and all our wishes lived just on the other side of the stars next to…

She had the same wishes as I Praying over her kids written with a pen dipped in ink I imagine was stolen from master its rare but we always find a way to learn to grieve to exist to be I imagine her nails digging…

  Blueberries like the sea enough to drown my sorrows But where is a path for my inspired feet to borrow   My basket not large enough for this swallowing ocean As I bend to gather in a blue-flesh commotion   My fingers bloodied asking…

To hear, I thought, would change life for the better, but I learned silence is still golden.   (A four line poem is composed of four lines, with a syllable count of 1/5/5/9. I have been hard of hearing most of my life and missed…

Oh, manly man afloat in your boat. With your billy goat beard that you so rightly tout. The oceans for virile, strong, striplings like you; pirates and limeys, a seven seas crew. Through thick and thin you hoist your proud sails, A real chock a…

The Alley   My dad scraped carrots with an old thick knife, the blade heavy, the shaft crackled and rough. He loved carrots, being the son of a horse trader. I see him, a boy of ten, sharing a carrot with a bay mare. We…

   Times, Seasons and Exceptions   The wise and ultra-wealthy man has written: “To every thing there is a season And a time to every purpose under the heaven” And true it is, true as can be   But exceptions will always be For He who…

A new abode A new adventure A bed of flowers A backyard full of dreams Tilling the ground For spring blossoms bloom An epic find A capsule lost in time A merchant marine Who lost his life While looking for love He left behind A…

“Heilige einsamkeit (sacred solitude)” – Rilke I came back for surgery and silence I reach for you over miles I wake to darkness behind blackout curtains And it’s still dark where you are I came home to find it was not home A knowing I’d…