Poetry & Prose

the earth - dense enough to bear the sea  the sea - dense enough to bear the sky  the sky - dense enough to bear the bird  the bird - complex enough to bear  earth, sea, and sky

A poem is a voice in search of a conversation.

The fiery sun drops without sizzle into the Western sea, the end of another illusion called day.

The ocean is full of rain. The rain is full of ocean. Yet, I can distinguish one from the other. rain falls, waves roll, toward vertical or horizontal shores.

At age twelve, I wanted to be a poet. What does it take, I wondered? To be a poet. A real poet, I mean. One with dirt on his shovel to dig. Uncovering.  

The past is not set, it unsettles. The past adheres to the present, as the present gums up the future.  

Corollas nearing Mustangs, Mazda’s tailing Infinities, a Lincoln  passed by a beat-up Ford each precisely spaced in time; big rigs, SUV’s, sedans, minis, motorcycles, speeding south through radar on interstate I-75. On the curve, the cloverleaf, the exit ramp, the...

In sacred memory of the murdered millions International Holocaust Remembrance Day 1/27/2025 I would like to believe the Holocaust never happened and except for the overwhelming weight of evidence, I could. I would like to believe the Holocaust never happened,...

The purpose of this poem is to prevent you from thinking about a rhinoceros. What are you trying not to see? A word or an animal. What real is really there?   A real word? A real animal? A real word representing a real animal.