Poems

All of my life I have lived with the word ‘next’ firmly before me. An open door, a time and place to go and do whatever comes - next. And now I wonder, as I could have wondered all along, is this the last time or the next time. I will dare eat Prufrock’s peach, I will...

Canto I  Let’s say you woke up one morning to a world completely to your liking. You liked the news, yesterday’s, the week before, the year, centuries, and quite likely you will like tomorrow, aka the future, and the future’s future after that. To your horror you...

I am sitting at my desk writing checks to pay bills, as the kitten we foster plays with my feet, tugs at my pant cuffs, needles her way up my leg with hypodermic claws. I brush her away from the game she has made of my extremities. “My body is not a toy,” I say in an...

Feeling       barely          felt. Thinking       barely          thought. Saying       barely          said. Doing       barely          done. My day is filled with partial accomplishments. Being remains, the only success.     . In distilled moments I am grateful,...

My daughters assume I am thinking, when in the early morning they see me sitting in my garden chair doing nothing. I don’t blame them for thinking I am thinking. That’s what it looks like. If someone is awake doing nothing, they must be thinking. But appearances can...

I do not believe in miracles, not in interventions where some divinity suspends the laws of nature temporarily satisfy my want or need. Nor do I believe in fate? I do not believe some future-making mechanism is determining my life. Life is a complexity of...