November 30, 2015


I love the loud rain on the tropic roof
Telling me I’m warm and dry.
But the house doesn’t last forever –
We have to work to repair it always, always.

I love the quiet breathing of my Liza
Telling me she loves me even in sleep.
But –

Published online: Snakeskin (UK), November 2015

November 23, 2015


Easy enough, the people in the park,
A subway addict, or some screaming child:
Knock off five lines from some chance-heard remark,
A tic observed, or mood or clothes gone wild.

A longer piece for loves, coworkers, friends,
People you’ve bonded with, played some life game;
Can’t be so flip – unless the portrait bends,
Fictionalizing thoughts in formal frame.

And closer to you than your own bed mate
Is, tougher yet, perspective and full view
Of parents, more than threaded through your fate,
They’re warp and weft, the loom, the weavers too.

So, last of all, the golden trophy shelf:
That great and grand grotesquery, yourself.

Published online: The Poetry Porch, October 2015