Waiting – Ghazal for drought The geese glide in low and slow, gray wings tipped, frantic flutter to ground as…
Letting Go Welcome to my yard sale. Check out the bargains. Head for the garage and the 1956 winged Chevy…
Falling off horses I wouldn’t want my falling off a horse laid right next to my first good kiss, or…
Sometimes all you need is a shadow as when sun through a window lands the crisp imprint of a lipstick…
Tide I’m pulling back. Goof slides! Clown bites! Wheels to roll wonderful me to a finish line that some bastard…
Hot Water --after Eavan Boland Heat rises in ribbons from the street as an old crow sits at the edge…
At Home on a Snowy Day I remember last winter a day of thick snow, a Saturday. We didn’t have…
Country Table country table is my grandfather country who, his piety personified and sat next to me at dinner, kissed…