Thursday, December 23, 2010


Haunting thoughts, midnight
with past, present and future
hopes; dissipating

scrooged, at sunrise.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

On the Wall.

A picture, outlined by starlight
hangs the night;
like a black hole, framed and endless;
through the dark
I travel, sleepless...

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Through eyelets.

The wind whispers
like a father, always right;
but, never believed.

"Falling won't hurt this time."

I listen, lacing up boots...

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

A slivered face.

He walked with me, westward
across the sky, disappearing
home behind mountains;

yet, he lingered

like a porch-light, turned on,

the steps before me.

Monday, December 6, 2010


My stomach churns
like a pond, turning over

in autumn, seasoned bottom layers
die, and rise green

with stratified breaths, they reach
sunlit rays of drought; baking

memories, which flake as golden crusts
into a heron's open beak.