The Parade

November 17, 2012 at 7:24 am (Poetry) (, )

Parading through apartments that used to be mine.
Lives I used to live.
People I used to be.

What more is there to say?


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Sappho #84

September 30, 2012 at 12:03 am (Poetry) (, )

If you are squeamish

Don’t prod the
beach rubble

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Sappho #64

September 29, 2012 at 11:57 pm (Poetry) (, , , , )

Tonight I’ve watched

The moon and then
the Pleiades
go down

The night is now
half-gone; youth
goes; I am

in bed alone.

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Sappho #60

September 29, 2012 at 11:49 pm (Poetry) (, , , )

You may forget but

Let me tell you
this: someone in
some future time
will think of us

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May 4, 2012 at 1:19 am (Poetry) (, , , )

For some            

the epitome of winter,

With its bitter morning frost

and crisp grass under foot,

is January.


But I say

when the winter wind seems eternal,

across the wide expanse of a frozen cheek,

 like a pond on which we might skate,

it is February.


Sullied by ploughs, trampled by feet

half-melted  and shoveled aside,

Afraid that winter will not end,

 We look out at our windows not at snow,

 but at the remains of snow.  


What would it take to remember

 those first few               



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Vacation, Via Negativa

May 1, 2012 at 3:51 am (Lists, Poetry) (, , , )

For those of you who are curious about how I spent my vacation, I have quantified its contents for you.

What I Did NOT Do on Vacation

I did not set an alarm clock.
I did not put on dress slacks.
I did not punch out for my lunch breaks.

I did not refrain from taking naps.
Nor did I refrain from eating copious amounts of Moose Tracks ice cream.

I did not get on a plane or go through a single security check.
I did not have to put my precious puppy in a kennel.
And I most certainly did not complain that the rain spoiled it.

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Technological Difficulties

April 28, 2012 at 8:12 am (Poetry) ()

It seems silly
Both of us
up at this late hour.
Separate beds.
Different time zones.

How is it
with all our technology
We’ve still not found a way
To condense




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April 28, 2012 at 8:02 am (Poetry) (, )

We all know nothing good
has ever transpired
at this late hour.

I think of you
All of you
The beautiful.
The funny.
The charming
And the strong.

The worthless piece of shit      and
The one who almost killed me.

I’m not certain I can do this.

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April 20, 2012 at 3:40 am (Poetry)

The waitress in her tie-dyed pants
I wish they were plaid
just thanked us for being normal. 

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April 18, 2012 at 11:58 am (Poetry) (, )

There are some things
a fresh coat of paint
can’t solve.

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