crispy. like the skin of a green apple curled away from the mealy flesh by a crooked fingernail cloudy with dirt. salty. like the pickled rind of watermelon crumbly, chunked, sweating. sparkling. like the glint of crushed snail shell, the oystery smell of decayed root … Continue reading Poetry: Spring

I dreamed we smoked foreign clove cigarettes and the wine we ordered was young - '95 and tasted as bitter as our senile thoughts You caressed the cotton skin of your shirt and exhaled the perfumed smoke The whole house smelled of you now and … Continue reading Poetry: Darling Buds of May

2006 You are so perfectly imperfect and I instantly love you only I ever notice the new callus on your finger the subtle change of your cologne the moment where you bite your lip before you ask me a question I'll have to behave myself … Continue reading Poetry: VIII

2006 Welcome Home The single most amazing feeling Of traveling Is the uncontrolled and complete Satisfaction Of seeing your luggage Finally come 'round On the number three International Baggage claim

Blue             adapted from The Blue of Capricorn by Eugene Burdick, 1961 There is a place where the Pacific coldly smokes. Only a thin, razor-sharp tendril of steam. Gray, dense, impenetrable, ominous. This is my Pacific. But it is a different place, a different personality, … Continue reading Poetry: Blue

WINTER SHIVERS                                                             ((( to burrow, furrow ))) to nuzzle, cuddle & noodle to jitterbug                                           CUT A RUG!                             to smoke a blunt ---- chug & glug to hide, bide and tick the time… to bump, brew, check the news!             to stoke the … Continue reading Poetry: Winter Shivers