the belly button – vestige of the motorway we rolled in here on

returning with the dogs one morning and looking through the sliding door I see a large white bird with something orange in its beak - my...

the air is rather silent here and I wonder what sounds the wind will make in Portugal what language it will speak and how I’ll answer...

what wheels don’t like the pre-cut ruts of an easy journey following others inside a predictable caravan there is great comfort but the...

you of course have your favorites filed in your memory residing down the street or thousands of miles away sitting at your Christmas...

bending over I notice the skin above my knee folds just like a tusker’s years of stretch weather and keeping up with the herd have...

I don’t really mind wishing you Merry Christmas Happy Hanukah Cheery Kwanza or Happy New Year though what I truly desire is that you and...

if you trip while running you might break a leg which is better than dying or is it if you take off flying before checking the landing...

something that flickers in my dreams and vanishes when I’m awake lingers on a dark edge inside me like a magnificence that idles with an...

a poem feels the pull of light as words fertilized by attention watered by imagination are pruned to bloom together in a single flourish...

when you’re well past gray here’s something to read even well past white and ready to leave something smooth, something flawless the trip...

do you notice it matches the purity of the eyes in a baby’s smile dissolves your words into warm silence and blows an ever-widening...

don’t seek a mirror if you’re planning a big cry you might leak a smile

my poetry performance today may be abbreviated you might spot something odd in the way I dance like a stiff imposter some residue of...

I don’t know if any of you ever had a spiritual teacher but the one I had didn’t always engage in discourses on deep truths I remember...

some poems mimic a pregnancy like an unformed inspiration that has nagged you with sleepless nights as it fattens with hints seeks the...

loneliness idles misery creeps and joy darts life has many gears

don’t we all employ rarely used words in quirky combinations with partial breaths adding hand gestures and shrugs huge sighs and stares...

for those who don’t sleep well wait for a train in the dark only friendless benches sit above the tracks a drizzle of crickets violates...

we pay for the skilled hands of plumbers and handymen purchase tickets to see the brilliance of an actor but is it possible to buy love...