There’s a Hole in the Fabric
woven from threads of laughter
and acceptance.
The cloth has worn thin in places,
age, pressure and loss the culprits.
The moths of despair fed
on the weave of fellowship.
Category / Poetry
The Best Laid Plans
Somewhere between ‘oh, no’ and ‘oh, well’
the verdict falls: you won’t have any kids.
I watched a show on endangered penguins
that yearly breed in a South African town
Above Your Station
Forget the trick of shading your eyes,
giving a half-whistle over your shoulder,
tilting your head a few inches to the left.
You will not be mentioned, not among
the fat and groaning with jewels,
The Dogs of War
The dogs of war sniff at our heels.
And every canine fang craves meat.
The bell of forgiveness rarely peels.
Streams run red. There’s nothing to eat.
Poems Out of Music
I see you darn the autumn air
at the lake’s edge,
back and forth,
back and forth,
as if the fabric of sunlight
Yahrzeit
My parents were rarely on the same wavelength.
Most of the time they talked at each other,
not to each other. But here they are,
by a quirk of the Hebrew calendar,
Falling
in the middle of the rotating stars
strange sounds a fog falling past you
Hannah is heard crying out for her baby
when it snows no snow touches his grave
Moon Saw It All
Waning moon bright outside my window knows more about the earth than we do. She has seen it all, the caves, the plains, the meadows, the fish, the lizard, the leap to trees and air. The ocean keeping her own company without needing visitors from dry land. The ships. The bounty. The lack of mercy. The fire, the chains, the bullets. Losses and gains. Leavings. Settling.
Continue reading… "Moon Saw It All"Early Seral Stage
We rode together, you and I down that blanketed coastal road.
Port Orford to Bandon and back again. Me, at the front
of the bus to not get queasy. You, inside the ocean
of my belly. In the beginning, we knew nothing of charred ground.
What came before. What would come after. But after
By Candlelight
Grouped by candle flame into specific
tableaux as lightning breaks the sky
a glass of vin blanc and the memory of
Athens a church atop a hill an old