Monday, September 6, 2021

Grace

A lucky aspect of living is seeing yourself lovingly through another’s eyes. 



Wednesday, September 1, 2021

Solitude

The gray sky hides the sun. 
I see others’ backs walking toward the train. 
Quiet footsteps on wet cement. 
A garbage truck’s brakes hiss behind me. 


Tuesday, August 24, 2021

Monday, August 2, 2021

Compassionate Advice

“Take a fierce running mare out to pasture and what are you gonna do? Use her to train others or put her down.

She’s done her work, don’t breed her.”



Wednesday, July 28, 2021

Spontaneous Poem for Joe D

An earnest heart can fall
apart with too much woe.
Friends mend hearts. All
of us need shoulders to
cry on at times. Yours are
broad. You carry so much.
Let us share the weight.


Tuesday, July 27, 2021

Practicing Heartbreak

Years teach one to mend 
one’s chest after each 
deep unrest. Everyone
learns the best seat 

is the corner seat. 
With your back to the wall 
you can stand tall 
after the party ceases. 

I don’t know. My heart 
has creases from excessive 
scar healing. I’m far 
from having a proper perspective. 

A broken bone is stronger 
after becoming unbroken. 
A broken heart is bolder 
if one can be forgiven. 


Tuesday, June 22, 2021

Love Poem

John Berryman 
sang his dreams 
into reality. Every man 
dreams. My seams 

have been torn. 
My life was born 
in sorrow. My wailing, 
never failing, lifts me 

into the stratosphere.  
Spheres or orbs 
help me lay my sword 
down. I cannot fear. 

Leslie, the best me, 
is housed in applause. 
This ship yaws. See 
me here. Hear me.


Friday, June 18, 2021

Tuesday, June 15, 2021

16 Syllables

How does one become a writer? 
One becomes a reader. Then writes. 


Thursday, June 10, 2021

Aged 50

In ten years I 
hope to clearly 
write poems 
without punctuation
without wasted words

with nothing but heart