Category Archives: Poems

It is a blessing he had an obliging grand daughter, did Great Grand Pa Jacob. She let him die the way he asked: resting his head on her breasts. He had buried his wife, Julia. His daughter, Juliette, senile, gone, … Continue reading →

That I am flesh means I ought not stand to close to the Fire. Yet I am called nearer to Glory than I can bare. My brother bore the brunt, but even so I am seared. My gentle weaknesses, forsed … Continue reading →

The salt foam, frail, frilly hem of ocean, drapped lacey on the sand belies what waits beneath her dress. Beware the arroused, erotic sea once the summer frock floats to the tide line. Then she is lady no more. With … Continue reading →

The sudden suprise snake in the back of the garage jolts my heart, reminds my mind: beware the perpetual, possible presence of snake. He slithers across the floor, out the door, into the grass, hides in the bushes, invisible like … Continue reading →

Maps are lies, sheets of geographical, ecclesiological, illogical bull shit. The Atlantic does not change its depth, its hue, its violence at some magical, mysterious point somewhere south of Terra del Fuago to become The Pacific, serene, sociable, solicitous. It … Continue reading →

The blue jay crashed onto the branch from the tip of his beak to the claws of his feet. On a twig of that branch perched a chickadee chirping her song to some Immensity. To my delight, she held to … Continue reading →

Twice blessed was I this morning to see a Cardinal esconsed in a maple tree. Twiced blessed was I by first, to see and then to poem that memory.

Across Hells Gate squats Marble Hill. Manhattans bow glides to a stop. Mans energy having run its course hangs on great cliffs, mammouth stone palistades, immutable, stolid, solid in the face of universal solvent tides as they were before the … Continue reading →

When does day begin? It isn’t, it isn’t, isn’t Is. Natures reostat turns slowly on a Winter dawn. I shiver in the chill. A bitter breeze. Icy suns first glimmer reflected on a snow dot caught in an oaks bark. … Continue reading →

Delight are you to me! My dot in time with you alloyed with nothing but joy and cheer like diamonds dappled on my way. I am old, but wise, own no deed in the land of fools who toss their … Continue reading →