ANNIE
I. Lament for Annie
The pink door on Locust streetsits slightly ajar.Once grand,now suffering at the hands of too many strangerswho have no idea where...
Man Stands Outside the World
Perched not so high,in squatty crouched gargoyleposition.
Man stands outside the worldand I am that man.
Rubbing a morning’s dewfrom gushing goldfingers.
A...
Billy G
The snake circled the island, up the Hudson, down the Harlem,into the East, and around the point past Billy G’srent-controlled building on the...
Never Times Never (Shakespeare in the Pacific Northwest)
The poet, gilled
aches—
Salmon
his singular
fling upstream
arches hard—
spawns another poem
another daughter.
Having evaded this time
the law of...
Tondo: Closing the CircleAfter Sam Gilliam’s Something is Going On!—2021
In a muddle of abstractiona face emerges—owl, cat, human—no certainty.Should I turn the canvas,straighten its...
The Reflection Terrace at Brookside Gardens
I am still water
I take on the color of thehedge-pine greens thegeese-moss browns thetortoise-rock grays theazalea-breeze pinks thebride-haze whites...