Category Archives: Poems

That I was the only forth grader in my Bronx elementary school to own a show n’tell passport, (where did I think I was going? Brooklyn?) is a tale rooted in my Ukrainian Grandpas bloodshot eyes and vodkaed slur, angry … Continue reading →

Destiny took a second swing at my right hands half pinky last Sunday. She missed. Just a slice to short. Spent some blood. Left thin knuckle skin hanging a bit. Not as bad as the first time! I was four, … Continue reading →

I thought passing time erases memories. Long ago, I cast off concrete recollections of my city childhood, while wandering down soft pine lined paths in the woods around my rural home. But still, suddenly, I feel the pounding on the … Continue reading →

Once to die is cast into a leap or a bullet or a needle, I believe most suicides decide they really, really, really want to live one more day. Christmas Day. Happy Birth Day. An ordinary, boring, trivial slice off … Continue reading →

I am hawk to my Lord the fowler. He unsheaths my eyes. He maketh me to soar in His skies. My talons are His to command. He bids them be His answer. I scream down like my brother the eagle. … Continue reading →

Fire would be a fine relief And God a loving fellow to release the damned from the tick-tock-tick of knowing, knowing, knowing, knowing, knowing, knowing,

or, when youive been fucking around on him, or you’ve been really enjoying fucking around on her, while the worry, fear, thoughts of consequence, lie buried deep, deep… but suddenly, in a quick seconds shock, “Fuck!”, you think, “He knows!” … Continue reading →

Hell for Elmo, our getting older cat, is the sad knowing that when she jumps the impossibly long gap from ground to raised back porch, she misses by an inch, claws rasp on cedar boards as she slides, slides to … Continue reading →

Life needs spice, but these angels know just bland. It is not Lots fault, but, I’d sooner salt.

I will not follow where you lead. I’ve seen your pale,dark faces. I will not kneel to your frozen god, nor pray in his icy places. For Sodoms fires my skin still cries. Gemmorahs passions pull me. To escape the … Continue reading →