Personne ne me volera ma mort;
Poems: Tourist
I started my writing life as a sociologist, which for me is akin to being a tourist in one’s own milieu: seeing the familiar and expected with new eyes.
Lois Lane Tries to Get Some Sleep
Look, I really didn’t
need to be rescued.Continue reading “Lois Lane Tries to Get Some Sleep”
Undone
The night quiet does not calm me.Continue reading “Undone”
Last Train Home
(Listening to Pat Metheny’s Last Train Home)
You travel swift and
sure of your destinationContinue reading “Last Train Home”
Dark Brew
You stuff into your pelican pouchContinue reading “Dark Brew”
Ghazal
There is a silence beyond hearing,Continue reading “Ghazal”
Blue Horse Dream
After William Carlos Williams
Burial Ghazal
Oranges hang heavy, past the moment for picking.Continue reading “Burial Ghazal”