Thursday, December 17, 2015

December 17, 2015

The Forest for the Trees

The beginning's lost
until the end pulls you close
enough to smell Spring.

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

December 2, 2015

Mussel Shell

December day fades
to purple to starless black
above a white field.

Thursday, September 24, 2015

September 24, 2015

More Alarms at Night

Repeat, "Baltimore"
Until it loses meaning.
It will still exist.

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

August 4, 2015

Fight or Flight

Fly, winged scapulae.
There's far too much danger here.
Fly south. Don't look back.

Friday, July 10, 2015

July 10, 2015

Signs and Symbols

Blood of wife and man.
Referential Mania,
That beautiful weed.

Thursday, June 18, 2015

June 17, 2015


The sun casts morning
stars from breakers to buoys.
Bells. Knives. Black arrows.

Sunday, May 24, 2015

May 24, 2015

Nostalgia at the Public Hanging

The Governor paused,
standing on the jailhouse porch,
thought of his grandma.

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

May 13, 2015

Spartan Mothers to their Sons

Come back with your shield--
or on it. Then grave quiet
rooms. Empty door. Pride.

Monday, April 27, 2015

April 22, 2015

TV Hill

Dead man anchors, cold
eyelets in Clipper Mill yards,
guy wires part the trees.

Monday, April 20, 2015

April 15, 2015

Napoleon versus the Great Sphinx

Its extremities 
that disappear the quickest -
from wind, sand, bullets.

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

April 8, 2015

Living Wall

Traffic sighs, skylines
rise and fall. So quietly,
nature takes over.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

March 25, 2015


The Himalayan
cedars know. Female cones rule
the highest branches.

Thursday, March 19, 2015

March 19, 2015

Route 404

Vultures coast above
the frozen war of branches.
Frightening quiet spans.

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

March 11, 2015


Sunday afternoon
TV, beer, then sharp talons
pulling at the skull.

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

March 4, 2015

 Gloria’s boasting,
smiling at her tri-folding
get-ready station.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

February 25, 2015

What Does the Bartender Say?
 A rabbi, a priest,
Four horses, and your mother
Walk into a bar…

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

February 18, 2015

Slack tide
A trident, sunless
and sundered. The empty hand
of some drowned sea king.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

February 11, 2015

Spring Break, Woo!

Strands of colored beads
draped on a rack. Mojito
barf on roven wugs.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

February 4, 2015

Death to Clich├ęs
How should they go out?
Knocked unconscious. Pile-hitch knot. 
Tied to the cold rails.

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

January 28, 2015


A defect in the
zygomaticus major
gets some people laid.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

January 21, 2015

Like they used to

Sing, Kenny Rogers,
Sing for Burt and Kirk, tough guys,
for perfect brick rows.

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

January 14, 2015

Antigua and Barbuda

Sun and sea on V-
flap. Blood red envelope marked
Ancient and Bearded.

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

January 7, 2015

The Lincoln Special

He slept on the train,
Our American Cousin,
never saw Park Lodge.