Category Archives: Poems

I love the calm after the storm, the gentle morn in contrast to the thundered, lightninged chaos of the night before. The problem with that? I need the storm with all its terror, all its fright so I can have … Continue reading →

Mothers edges: Queen Annes lace, brown eyed Susans, bunny nose, lupins. A twenty foot wide swath slaughtered on the borders made of concrete and tar. Why must we be so tidy? Why must we truck in the mighty tractors and … Continue reading →

The intrepid paleoanthropologists, physiologists and philosophers were unanimous in their findings related to the bone structures of the ancient, extinct inhabitants of a small, primarily watery planet on the edge of the Milky Way, a brief stopover on their interstellar … Continue reading →

My desk, pen and paper scratch an itch in my brain. Horney muses initiate unexpected passions in my head, orgasmic, semantic flow, seminal impregnation followed, by the labored birth of an idea, pure content, not yet formed, a yell not … Continue reading →

There is a veil, pale thing, gossamer and corn silk, woven by Others into the concrete air we breathe. If we are reckless, or blessed, we might meander through, feeling only the tender touch of some floating web across our … Continue reading →

The peace of an early school morning. The halls are still, the bells, silent. The calm before the storm. I love the extremes, the peace and the storm. The former is readiness for learning, the latter, wrestling with the change. … Continue reading →

The appeal of the orange is to discover beneath the rind the sweet and health within. The wonder of the apple is the variety of shades scarlet red to dapple. So it is with students, a mixed and crazy crowd, … Continue reading →

Auchwitz ovens consume not only Jewish wood. We are all kin to or kindling for the igniter of the flames. A different decade, my feet shuffle down the ramp, joining the dirge of the doomed. A slight change in tempo, … Continue reading →

All life ends with tears of sorrow, perhaps, or with the deep satisfaction of the fortunate, with soul deep sighs for all joys: kisses; springs; winter wonders; leaf fall; summer rain birth pain; forgiveness (for evils done with or without … Continue reading →

How weak how foggy how fluid how fragile the wall between hurt and healed how ephemeral is normal insanity a matter of degree stability a dollop of drug hope a held hand owning the chinks in our own armor creates … Continue reading →