i remember the letter, handwritten on white college-ruled notebook paper torn from it's spiral ring and leaving a line of hanging chads along one side. i held the page close to my nose, ... CONTINUED
more recent poems
white noise (in three movements)
i. butterflies are back in the yard after another cold winter. they drift in lazy ... CONTINUED
from thinnest air
i. the opening line never appears to land precisely, despite rehearsals prior to ... CONTINUED
Afternoon Nor’easter
Cold rain hammers clay roof tiles, its staccato rhythm hypnotic in a room devoid of ... CONTINUED
my manifesto
I prefer poems that are short and sharp, which flame and spark. Poems that dare to paint VIVID pictures or scenes for your mind’s eye. Unforgettable poems that have something to say, some reason for being. Poems which beat with a passionate, pure heart. Poems that reach for something beyond the mere sounds of words on a printed page (or computer screen). Welcome to my dream…