Monday, March 17, 2014


walking into the yard under blue sky
in mid day warmth feeling a whisper of a breeze
and stepping arms wide into a picture of a day

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Book of Aliases Updated Opener

Here is the update of the book description I just put on my Amazon author page:

Book of Aliases is the history of too much possibility within one person. It is an attempt to deal with the fragmentation of a puzzle where the pieces don’t all go together yet we somehow still manage to perceive ourselves as a cohesive single individual that other people should be able to understand just as well as we seem to think we do. All this is in spite of the fact that there are moments where we say to ourselves “wow, where did that come from” or “what did I do that for?” The best I can tell you is that it might help to understand that we are much more fragmentary then we think. Maybe if we can think of all these separate and, in fact disparate, parts of ourselves as dolls that all live in the huge mansion of our lives, we can quit the futile task of trying to make sense of ourselves. As you read the poems in this book, you can forget the questions and begin to focus instead on each of the parts, seeing each one of them as a kind of answer that we can grow to be comfortable with as we live in the now of the magical realm of poetry. It is important that we become comfortable with our parts and we forget about the necessity of making it all make sense because the truth is that we are fragmentary beings who live in a fragmentary world. It is my hope that this book will help you to do that!

Tuesday, February 04, 2014


I rarely write 5-7-5 haiku as that is such an artificial standard that was once imposed on writers in English but here is one anyway:

window ledge snow falls
sprinkling its white on the fresh
steaming sheet below

Sunday, February 02, 2014


I've been exploring the themes that come under the heading of win at all costs. Here is my latest addition to that collection. This one explores the idea that changing our blood (doping, et al) is good and maybe even necessary from some kind of perspective. I hope you will enjoy!


i rise to a contest
its in my blood
years of sports training
starts with running away
starts with fear
as i get more confident
it becomes a taunt
you cant catch me
but theres still danger there
pumping new talent
through my veins

give a beating to
stab defeat
leave staggering in the dust
knock out
but competition makes me better
with violent ways
but it brings out my skills
by being better than others

why cant we look within
for the one that we must best

Friday, January 31, 2014

blood work

Here is my last small stone for the January challenge:

there is a history in my blood
but also a hope that burns
to write one more poem today


Here is another small stone, the last one of the month perhaps:

this month i promised myself things
things in limbo floating like clouds
things undone and this is their eulogy


Here is another small stone for today:

the year of the horse is
already here but im still
doing last year gangam style

trying to forget

Here is another small stone for today:

(for Kim Addonizio)

Sisyphus goes into a bar and
orders a shot which he immediately pounds
the barman asks want another

Thursday, January 30, 2014


Here is the small stone for today (hopefully just the first):

lovers want to know if you feel it too
the hungry and the poor ask for what they lack
what is your question today

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

to write

Here is a pretty formal and rather large small stone for today:

if i ever try to write
a song to sing
like a wing in the sky
if my little words to write
touch somewhere
like reaching out at flying birds
i hope your day to write
just like lovers say

wind pushing air everywhere
pencils pushing thoughts to write
a job of catching moonlight
cascading across this chair
free to lightly tint my hair

if i ever try to write
the light of dawn
like a candle nearby
if my little rhymes to write
are on your hands
like sunlight coats morning chimes
i hope your day to write
just like lovers say

wind pushing air everywhere
pencils pushing thoughts to write
a job of catching moonlight
cascading across this chair
free to lightly touch wish-bound hair

dairy-free diet

Here is a larger small stone for today:

I’ve got ben gunn stuck in my mind
something he said tells me about
shiny shells on the ocean bottom
and the rippling sand of the shore
sifting through the hourglass of
too many robinson caruso days
running to meet an unlikely falstaff
in a crowded rain forest hallway
and so tentatively asking him if he
had a bit of cheese in his pocket

Tuesday, January 28, 2014


Here is another small stone for today (I have a lot of catch-up to do):

let us love summer for all the garden’s color
and let us love today for the
rainbow from a sunny ice sickle


Here is today's small stone (sorry I have been away with an illness):

“I’m in hell” is intolerable
to say “I’m bedridden in hell”
is far worse

Monday, January 20, 2014

Video Rock and Rap

Here is yet another small stone for today:

tawdry and bawdy
a home cam stripper on a pole
needing fireworks


Here is another small stone for today:

I pull the cork
on shared memories
and we begin to talk


Here is today's small stone (probably the first of several):

predawn’s unlikely fireflies
texting or playing on a small blue screen
not broadcasting for love

Friday, January 17, 2014

wingless Pegasus

Here is todays's small stone:

winter’s child magic
grab a flake and poof it’s gone
adults pull the sled

Thursday, January 16, 2014


Here is todays small stone:

Camus’ dinner plate
fun time with friends or
history of a deadly struggle

Wednesday, January 15, 2014


Here is the small stone for today:

we go to work and to home
shifting scenery for each scene of the mime
and hoping the audience is not blind

Tuesday, January 14, 2014


Here is today's small stone:

winter air rushes me from
Paris dawn window until closed
then curtains hang like lost love

Monday, January 13, 2014


Here is the small stone for today

insomnia is a manikin
in a tuxedo struggling
to find last week’s party

Sunday, January 12, 2014


Here is today's small stone:

tired red eyes and wrinkled fingers
once again proving by threading the needle
Shaw’s “Hope Over Reason”

Saturday, January 11, 2014


Here is the small stone for today:

the army of twins
dressed alike charging together
stick swords raised

Friday, January 10, 2014


Here is the small stone for today:

my demons dance
before my pen
i brush them away to write

Thursday, January 09, 2014


Here is my small stone for today:

Fireflies are great artists
drawing love in squiggles of light
when all else is dark