Intersections of separateness
Those places of coming and going They connect us, And divide The places we avoid From those where we reside. We protect Enforcing A shining city, An example, Torn from the dark, From those who would...
View ArticleNorman’s Song
During a trip to Philadelphia late last year, I rode the rail into town from the airport. In the course of my journey, I transferred trains at the Jefferson Station stop. As I waited, I couldn’t help...
View ArticlePermission: given
As I sat around a table recently with three other poets discussing our struggles — in relationships, with ourselves — I wondered: who gives me permission to be myself? Who allows you to be who you are...
View ArticleBeing One
The shapes, they pass before me, Visions to my blurred sight. They look but do not see; Move, but with no purpose. All colors, all shades, every disposition; They walk right through me, Miss my...
View ArticleIn Twilight
Recently one evening, as I watched the sun set through the windows of a favorite coffee shop, a scene played out before me. People disappear into the sunset, some alone, some together and others with...
View ArticleIn Plain Sight
Vases, full of budded stems unnamed, and without scent, rest on marble, supported by steel; How do the flowers think of those who wilt? Want to regularly support my writing and get discounts on...
View ArticleA quiet street
Cute American houses, a cleaners and Italian restaurant surround the flapping flag: red, for the blood it has cost; white, for the color of its culture; blue, for its endless seas. Want to regularly...
View Articleshimmering
i will always remember the way you looked at me, and how we shared, the feel of your heart, and warmth of an embrace.
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