Joan, Bob, and Ginsberg
If you had known Joan and Bob
you would have said they were such crazies -
her hauntingly beautiful voice
his wildly cataclysmic fantasies...
DetoxIn the morning her long hair drapes like black tears over her shoulders,her Hispanic bones bruised with alcohol and sorrowso that when she says...
Reflections of the Delta
An old Cadillac floats past the snow-white fields,Its old dents have traveled here before,Soft blue-sky surrounds the car, enveloping the ground,The...
The Exodus of Icarus
Standing in the candlelightWatching the flames flicker up, and down,Watching your eyes turn golden and fill with determination.You say you’ll carry...
Memories
I’ll never forget the kitchen with the drooling wafts of bashful morning sun dribbling through the yawning window.I’ll never forget the kitchen with the...
Collections
My childhood collectionsstamps from every countryplaced neatly in a booktiny porcelain cats in a boxand stories about their livesthat made sense
Fifty years later, I...
Wish to Be Wind
Two men come,With man-built instruments;They laid on the groundTarps, big, blue, stretchedCanvases collect whatwas left of this year's trees.
Brown blankets breakWet...
Immaculate Ruins
It begins with a stranger’s cautious agreementto get lost for a while in the ruins of you, playing
sentinel from the love seat’s worn...
