2024

  • That First Morning

    That first morning I awokeafter that first night I’d left and sleptaloneI thought your body was stillbesideme, I’d slept so deeply myright armwas dead weight that had takenyour place.Not quite fifty years later, it’s still here, a morecompatible other,resting by my side. Read more

  • If we’re competent and able to live on our own, we shouldn’t worry if we’re still significant but many of us do, especially upon hearing the sound of an ambulance as it approaches; our reactions are no longerto hustle and take a sneak peek from behind closed curtains to see which of the neighbors is Read more

  • (just something written for social media posts, specific for our progressive but sometimes divided little town) If you intend to be my friend or neighbor you must sign a loyalty oath to agree to belong, though if you find in reading it that you do not concur, I have to say, you cannot stay, you’ll Read more

  • There’s poetry inside your head if only you could write it downbefore it disappears And here I am, doing that, thoughI know that when I’m dead and gonesomeone will throw it all away, like uncle did, with grandma’s diaries because he hadn’tliked what he had read, thoughts she’d had but hadn’t kept inside her head, things he Read more

  • I’m only printing here the poetry I’ve written that I haven’t submitted somewhere for publication. And I have no expectation that anyone, anywhere will publish anything – nor do I know why I even want anything published. Why? I guess to be acknowledged as a published poet, but I actually don’t want that. It’s too Read more

  • Everything Changed

    Everything started changing  when they realized, reincarnation was not quite what they had believed. Instead, dying was more like  pouring into one  large universal  pond everyone  flowed back from  again,  regardless of how they had behaved. Not moved by  how good or bad a  self they had been,  not influenced by how  many good or Read more