Poetry & Prose

It was not satisfactorily explained to her. Was the runway too short, the passengers and cargo too heavy, the air flowing under the wings too slowly, the weather too quickly turned severe, the pilots caught in a wind shear. No matter. The man she loved for forty years...

All day long I say to you, this is me. All day long, this is who I am, you say to me. This is me right now, I say. The same as you were an hour ago, you say. You haven’t changed since breakfast, I say. A little, you say. But it’s subtle....

The full moon is searching for language, a word to free it from the sentimental cliché of the last hundred lunar years; silver beam, borrowed light, green cheese, honeymoon, and all that. The face of a man has been seen in the moon by millions for centuries, long...

Who could have imagined that you, that I, that we would share earth together for this long stretch of time? What are the odds? Not 50-50 even. A million-to-one? A vast complexity of accidents gone right for the convergence of our histories to become the stories that...

The narcissistic cannibal, always ravenous, is a connoisseur of himself. He has acquired quite a taste for the junk food of his thoughts. His mouth waters as he pops open the Styrofoam box of bigotry. He can’t get enough. He has no feelings but indigestible fear....

A funny word: ‘enough’. Spelled funny. (wouldn’t ‘enuff’ do) There must be roots and reasons for the ‘gh’ preceded by ‘ou’. It sounds funny too, like fluff, ruff, or bluff. In a world of scarcity, there’s never enough. Where a few have too much, and many more have too...

This is a brief philosophical inquiry into the meaning of being human. In order to appreciate the meaning of our human life, we must  contemplate the contribution death plays in our being fully alive.  Living and dying appear together  and are deeply entangled. We...

Many poems are the result of deciphering silence. Some poems are the result of deciphering noise.