Blue-Stained Skies

We beat back the long grey clouds stretching out coating the tops of our skyscraper world and put down hard blankets of the deep chill reaching through the flat-light afternoons to earth. * Long hours long nights long roads long horizons November-February skies mix together into mate tombstone paintings until time strips away mistakes inContinue reading “Blue-Stained Skies”

The Poet’s Keeper

I am not a poet for poets My lines won’t stay straight under scrutiny hands with skill will feel my ineptitude fault lines of an idiot in the dark * drunkenly scratching sketches on the wall if you look at no art, it looks like art no art looks like my art next to good artContinue reading “The Poet’s Keeper”

Poem for the Man on the Corner Again

Pastiche People I have seen all this before, without you. Echo children, they fit us together. Did you think this was the very first time here? Easily broken men, this might never end.   Patchwork people, shadows in the moonlight Broken records repeat for new partners Old jokes used before slid them in again TheContinue reading “Poem for the Man on the Corner Again”

Poetry Workshop Challenge: Reworking Folklore

Death Waiting   In the market. Can you see? Can you see? White men, white horses, send servants to me, Old merchants, old men, hiding in the crowds all men seeing what they cannot outrun. Now that my business in Bagdad is done   In the market, in the streets, you see me. The youngContinue reading “Poetry Workshop Challenge: Reworking Folklore”

Poem for a young Jew

Timeless   Do you say you think that I look timeless? Dark rings, dark circles, shadows round and round My brow lined with other people’s secrets She tells me Jewish men never look young.   Is it the beard that hides my too round cheeks? Or the scalp peeking through my too thin hair? TheContinue reading “Poem for a young Jew”

Taken from a Walt Whitman Misquote

Loving Backwards   Raindrops like the keys fall upwards from grass Time drags back to the pattering of song You reappear at our old piano Backwards melodies played on your body * Atoms draw me back out into cold night Dragging my body up broken flight – Falling upwards, I am without heartbeat, The fracturedContinue reading “Taken from a Walt Whitman Misquote”

Matching Haikus

Matching Haikus, observations of a rainy day Birdies land on Sun drenched fence chains in the rain Saying chick-a-dee? * Doggie runs in mud Playing every way he can Saying look at me * Kitty runs up tree She is watching birdie sing Saying she feels free * Man falls flat on ass Limbs flailingContinue reading “Matching Haikus”