Love in a Tin Roof Cottage

On Permanence (or lack of it)

2012-01-22T10:21:25-05:00

The deepest print in ocean sand melts swirling in the newborn tide...

Babies, Rain and Gardens (minipoem)

2012-01-20T10:54:13-05:00

Your elegances, God, exquisite

Missing Poetry and Broken Links

2012-01-18T09:46:19-05:00

I apologize if you're here looking for a poem and it's vanished. 50 or so had to come down, I learned that the public posting of the poetry can really mess with copyright when it comes to publication. The book...

Swords, juggling and goats

2012-01-16T11:48:28-05:00

small adventures

The Sad Truth About The Moon

2012-01-16T09:30:35-05:00

My pretty Harbor, all too soon/ you'll learn your much-loved smiling moon/ doesn't smile. Her windowed face

The Hat of Great Importance

2012-01-03T10:54:33-05:00

He is four years old,/ and wears a fancy hat whenever leaving home,/ because he never knows who he might meet

On Becoming a Tree

2012-01-01T15:19:24-05:00

When I was ten,/ old people were sturdy trees I played beside-/ benevolent watchers with roughened bark;/ part of the scenery,/ full of stories and mysterious metal pictures.

On Spinning Roses into Thread

2011-12-27T13:29:24-05:00

Be still! The move from wheel to loom/ can break this richly scented red...

Winter's Hair

2011-12-22T13:21:11-05:00

Her coat is drab, almost dovelike- though she has a white one she keeps back for special occasions. It shimmers. Sometimes when she slips it on, I stand dazzled by her transformation.

From the outside, the windows always sparkle

2011-12-20T01:42:15-05:00

I stood staring into his bubble hypnotized by the ventilator's whooshwhooshwhoosh and the corresponding fall and rise of his miniature chest.