Monday, June 27, 2011

Anna is not here--

Anna is not here
she is safe in a silent world
there is no one else there
no one
Anna is not here
only her shell
silently obeys
and hears
she is far away
where no one laughs
at her
no one jeers
at her
Anna is not here.
     Inspired by Anna is Still Here by Ida Vos

Monday, June 20, 2011

After Reading Jonathan Livingston Seagull

Who has not dreamed
of flight?
not with the aid of machine
and contrivance
but soaring winged man
above the clouds.

Thus did those dead
a heaven where the resurrected
and angels clad in white
bring to eternity
our souls and give them


(I'm dating some of these in my own defense. Bear in mind I was born in 1982...or maybe 1983...and make allowances)

Monday, June 13, 2011

We balance our words like lances--

We balance our words like lances
metal-tipped, smooth wood.
we throw…
A miss!
They skim through the air
side by side
arrows pointing at nothing.
too bad we never aim
Then we could feel the piercing light
of understanding speech.

Monday, June 6, 2011


when he first left, I thought:
 “that’s strange”
he’s a decent person, after all
until the other hidden things came out
and piled up in a grinning heap of skulls
I won’t be surprised now if he turns out to be
  last year’s ax murderer

No more facades. Even cement can have air-pockets
I won’t feel sure until I’ve prodded every inch
and even then…
            how many blood-stained corpses could be hidden in one cellar?