Thursday, August 29, 2013


Do not confuse
the dance
with the dancer
The music
with the guitarist
The words
with the poet
The job
with the employee
The missile
with the president
The sun
with the light

Copyright 2013 August

Wednesday, July 31, 2013


Every time I write
I meet a new friend
from an exotic land
I've never visited
I wish I could meet her
for regular lunch dates
I think she would order
dumplings one day
and sushi the next
And her hair would be wild
and a different color
every time
Deep and vibrant hues
Today it's auburn
Her skirts flow
Sometimes she would
even take the check

Copyright 2013 July

Friday, June 28, 2013

St. John's Wort

Winging it
he takes the hill
in his usual bounds
but with his hands
behind his back
his face as open
as the dusky sky
hesitates he does
then says
the wild kind
so humble yet
so powerful
defying years of
thickening scars
I knew their names

and I know his

(Written from several sources of inspiration, catalyzed by this lovely site.)