Polls: A Haiku
November 3, 2024
Near-half want me dead.
It was all a joke they said.
Love pulls just ahead.
No Comment
Undecided
October 29, 2024
I’ve been staring at the wall for hours,
wondering why the paint won’t peel off,
what’s holding the plaster together.
America
October 19, 2024
My son and I spent weeks assembling
a Lego car, 3,000 bricks of hard plastic
intricately connected to form a whole.
Signs of Life
October 14, 2024
When you have run out of courage;
when every day is a loaded gun
and your hand is not on the trigger;
when you have given all you have
to give and still disaster looms;
Don’t Watch the News
July 16, 2024
You don’t need to watch the news. Walk the
dog. Lay in the grass. Watch a cloud settle
into evening’s funereal pews. That terror which
lies in wait will be there when you return…
My Poetry Manuscript Is Complete!
February 20, 2023
One could be forgiven for asking what poetry, with its self-indulgence, its insistence on image and metaphor, can do for the real world of blood and bruises, the harsh dirt with which we bury the newly dead. In his poem In […]
Election
November 6, 2022
It’s Fall on an even-numbered year
which means an election looms, again.
We wander pumpkin patches, corn mazes, haunted
houses, make holiday plans, think what gifts to give.
Mourners
May 29, 2022
We are all mourners now, our clothes
funeral shrouds we tear off our backs
when the time comes (and it will come);
in one pocket we carry brushes for tidying
the graves we stumble on in schools, churches,
nightclubs, concerts, grocery stores, streetcorners…
The Internet Is a Cesspool; God Bless the Internet: A Villanelle
February 20, 2021
Not much that goes viral is true
(what passes for truth these days?);
but let’s keep this between me and you.
Relief
January 20, 2021
Find joy in the little things:
the glint of rust on flagpoles at dawn,
or squeak of shoes on desecrated marble.
Imperfections I’d given up on.