I Am I am like the Phoenix in mystical mythology regenerating energy amongst the ashes, strengthening my wings over shadows cast by yesterday’s doubts for today…………… I am the...

Masks are the order of the day. —Sylvia Plath A lot of peopleknow my mother. And she knows them, too. I know—or I guess I’m...

There was a time when I went to great lengths to find beautiful words to make my poetry beautiful & you’ve gotta hand it to me, because...

Prague Sonata turmeric & ginger copper early dusk along the Vltava faded rose moon reluctantly tendrils across ashened stars autumn cicada murmur & chant cluttered linden grove ancient medlar merely staging poetic lament amongst  branches longing  nightingale I remember sky My...

Even the air seems to take a breath once the shower gives way to a dry mercy. The watery saxophone and the piano’s chilly glance speak the...

The only way to have hope—how can it be?— is to walk into the streets not as a beggar, not as one crushed to a shadow, holding a cup,...

Linger We could perch on the details of this near end.  How I have worn you as my skin for decades, let every sense curve toward a...

Lady Liberty Finds Sand Dollars in Coronado I pay no attention to lovers twined around each other like ropes on sailboat masts.  My eyes avoid their youth, fixed instead on the afternoon horizon—the swath...

Ads “JOIN THE DMV! BUY OUR ORGANIC SALSA!” Burning on filthy subway walls Jerking back, muttering “it’s too bright,” Train coming, train coming A long silver bullet blasting through...

Goddesses Incognito Underneath the drab, the daily, we are passionate goddesses parading in spangles glinting jewels shimmering cloth that mirror our enticing hips. Underneath ragged watchcaps, we are tender goddesses crowned in headwraps tiaras mantillas bandanas that accentuate our nobility. Underneath...