July 16, 2017




The taste of  spray,

Back splayed against the lighthouse wall,

Is saltier/ The roar of  final nights

Saddled on sea wall gusts

Is Fiercer/ When strength one requires

To withstand and understand  such threats

Is steadier/ The beacon’s cliff path

Is grounds for  light/






(from 2011)



broken cup

February 20, 2013

It’s more than coincidence how

That “pillow”  rhymes/w  “shadow”.

If I had to,

& the sense  to know,

I’d set dark dreams aside.

If I lied some, & thought things

As tied up,

I’d fake it some, I’d hope

For a wide enough break,

& loose rope,

& this broken cup

I hold my spirits up.




January 15, 2013


January 15, 2013

She’s just outside sitting still in

Her man’s idling sedan

I’m thinking

He’s had a head that does drowsy

1)With a sleep  I bet burns,

2)Hand-held tools he looks far beyond,

For his sake,

3)Folded  wings.