Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Refractions: Autumn's

wet, slick, sliding
among autumn’s
vision in night,

Saturday, September 24, 2005

It's Alive!

On May 7, 2005, I created a new form of poetry, the Modicum. The form consists of five lines. The first containing three syllables; the second, third, and fourth lines all contain four; and the last line ends much like it began, with three syllables. The title is formed by two words, the first word of the poem, and another significant word in the poem, but not the second word. And it must express a complete thought.

Here are but a few examples, the first ones I wrote earlier this year:

endless touch

endless night
touch me again
caress my face
softer she does
in my dreams


empty kiss

empty bed
hold my body
refresh my mind
so morning sun
can kiss me


Warm Friends

Warm coffee
cup, cool black desk
notebooks, journals,
pens, my silent
office friends.


fleeting shadows

fleeting mist
saturate me
my dry shadow’s
man-like form


Wednesday, September 21, 2005

In This Lifetime

In this lifetime I’ve seen men at their weakest moments,
so low cracks on dirty, wet porches tower over them,

and again,

on the summit of their most triumphant accomplishment.

And now, looking back,
I can see that the greatest
difference in the two men

were their thoughts.


For more on this train of thought
visit my nonfiction page and read Truth.


Sunday, September 11, 2005

Refreshed Memory

A version of the following poem was on an e-zine that used to exist
called Phases. Although, I wrote the original and its counter-parts
with my father in mind, I offer it now, in dedication to that day,
four years ago.


Duration plays
deceit on intellect
Time, in pockets, packets like photons
weakens pain
can not diminish it
Affection dwells
in wells, soaking
our souls wet
with tears
Enchantment drips
from fall leaves
and gathers
on the grass
to be danced in
to refresh memories dry with pain

Monday, September 05, 2005

The Sunflower Patch

The following poem was published in Kalliascope: Poetry for Kids by the Poets of the Moontown Cafe', edited and printed by Janie Hubbell, even though I did not intend this for such an audience. Interpretation is a wonderful thing.

stand in rain
water gathers in leaf
tips forward to pour



exhilaration is left
to run over my face
as drops intoxicate

my skin

and I stand
in warm rain

Saturday, September 03, 2005

disturbed eyes

Someone painted the sky pink, and stares at me through disturbed eyes.

Friday, September 02, 2005


In this lightlessness
where the night swallows the sun
and sparrows sing a secret song
that dingy, piss-yellow bulb on the hill
seems much a starfish, floating in watery, black sand.

Thursday, September 01, 2005


His heart is rotten meat

I taste another conspiracy

All those people
crowded like cattle
like less than human

The police and national guard
just drive by while these people
beg, die. A group has one nurse
to 15,000, some have none.

"Over and over they ask: When
are the buses coming? When?"

But they do not come

"Please, help us!"

"They are weak. They are tired."

A black man helps an old white lady
sit down, to rest her exhausted body
and looks into the camera. His eyes
say: See, I am kind. Be kind to us

Pleading people cry into a glass lens
to a hollow man, a non human man

He speaks now as I cry. But
I don’t want to see his face

He has shamed me yet but again
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    And the iguanas dance in the desert/a thousand miles away from this place/and this face: stoned immaculate.

    "Let us remember . . . that in the end we go to poetry for one reason, so that we might more fully inhabit our lives and the world in which we live them, and that if we more fully inhabit these things, we might be less apt to destroy both." Christian Wiman, Editor of "POETRY" "Hang on to your hopes my friend; That's an easy thing to say, but if your hopes should pass away, simply pretend that you can build them again." ~ Paul Simon

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