this was our first summer Under the canvas gazebo Encased by the towering rows of impatiens, petunia’s and daisy where 8 foot tall sunflowers leaned into the bursting tomatoes conversations deep in three Layers of balanced stones where we met each morning Covered in cool shadows starbucks coffee and melted wax from last nights candles […]
Category Archives: poetry
Maria
I draw the blinds as the sky goes black on another day when we found out you were sick we cried more than at the smothering silence at your funeral except for the angels singing yeah, we all heard that even years later the sadness continues to follow me for someone I hardly knew when […]
We Travelers
we travelers your symphony of weariness gone your struggles just the wind now we all have our self-defeating schemes we travelers we travelers marked bends in this journey climb another mountain cross another field an angled view of an obsolete world the blessed dance of life footprints in the mud Home is more idea than […]
stories from Poland
this faraway land just a mysterious dream when I’m awake wet cobblestones in Kraków old village heritage so fresh and green a pile of freshly dug potatoes your mothers swaying flowers your fathers radiant Winter fires Come up and kiss me sometime i wont push you away Or grab me randomly and put your arms […]
writers BLOck
vigil by the deep lagoons cRazy Indian colors: glops of paint/ freshDripping o n her scratched canvas rich browns. If landscapes could dream and poetry could walk the earth woul>dn’t be crippled with leafy green disappointment. Gracious shadows slowly unroll across the floor the artist drinks a quart of fear chanGes the oil grows a […]
sobriety
when you have nothing you have everything only you find that out much later love is a sandwich on the cutting board or a hot coffee on cold concrete slipped out his plastic card and charged his freedom a poets eyes see’s reflections in the windows fog on the pond tenderness in a drive-by shooting […]
low tide
A wooden house in eastern Europe. Elm trees. Low hills. My walking stick. “Let me sketch you.” Set yourself free. Charcoal shadows and hollow air. The earth sings goodbye to another day. Brisk and fresh. Steam and mist. There is no script. A car radio bleats the blues….my minds not right….my sideburns are lopsided…my testicles […]
the legend of nothing
Because he was never found they say he drove away from it all started A new life He wishes(again) for the soft blueglow of his computer and late night ramblings of poetry i m a g i nation wet stinking swamp seeping into his sinking car) cut off by a drunk maybe side road waltz […]
the poets childhood
i never really tasted death but addiction is as close to hell as you ever wanna be I WOKE UP today stretched out uncovered in the middle of winters open window full of overflowing filling spilling GrAtiTude. Thanks mom for molesting me Thanks dad for never fucking being there and because of that now, when […]
What Goes Without Saying
The ART of Appreciation or The Appreciation of ART I enjoy this ____ because ____ I respect this ____ because ____ I admire this ____ because ____ I appreciate this ____ because ____ I think this _____ is worthwhile because ____ I love this ____ because ____ July 2012 New York City The city. In […]