The Unexamined Life is Not Worth Living

JANUARY 24, 2015 10:48PM

The Magellan Stars: Captain's Update






Over your shoulder I see the world

in the blue, in the whitecaps

in the half of your face

and spell of the sway

under my hips of the night sea

the Magellan stars above

our future, at your fingertips

hold us on the fetch

 … Read full post »

JANUARY 2, 2015 8:56PM

The Year of the Awful Tree


Another Christmas set in stone

or maybe wash this one away

let it be known as The Christmas 

of the Awful Tree

or was that last year also


that we argued in the car

you dashing out alone

the first one 

in your path, our tree

all sentiment flown… Read full post »

DECEMBER 23, 2014 11:39PM

The Things We Carry

                              things we carry


A tiny pink coat 

two pairs of baby shoes

circa 1930

now dented 

a boarhair shaving brush

thirteen love letters still in envelopes

elbow length silk gloves with cover… Read full post »

OCTOBER 14, 2014 11:36PM

Little Girl Lost



Apparent the trajectory

and spiral

at each and every media offering

the blase' rehab jibe

prison even


in pictures you are now hard

your eyes steely, skin weathered

your body inked 

with messages you were sending to the universe

that nobody really heard


thousand… Read full post »

OCTOBER 3, 2014 5:32AM

I Loved Her First

As the morning rush hour traffic swirled around my husband's pickup truck, I scanned his phone as per his request for a certain song he wanted to listen to,  hear the lyrics, maybe learn on his guitar.


The conversation picked up where it was left off more or less everyday… Read full post »

AUGUST 9, 2014 11:47PM

August Repose


Rounding these suburban streets

this thick August night cicadas singing

their plaintive love song

and me

looking at you,  whoever you are

in that blue hued blackened house


shades of light and dark and light

of the TV screen

do you see those stars, this night

feel the throb… Read full post »

NOVEMBER 26, 2013 2:59AM

The Address Book




Squinting, the faded calendar at the top

says 19something or other

rumpled pages,  stuffed and tucked 

broken black spiral binding


Grandmom's friend Mill… Read full post »

NOVEMBER 11, 2013 4:40PM

Breathing In




Breathing in as starlings rise

wave over wave of black

over  the brown and brown

trees and ground


breathing in these 

creaky barn board floors

these barefoot boards 

stone and wood mantle;  ours


breathing in and breathing deep

soft cheeks, … Read full post »

OCTOBER 21, 2013 9:20AM

Of Running Away

I woke up today with the same feel 

as  yesterday

and the day after the day

I found  out things were different 

I want to run away, strongly want to


just throw some pictures and books

my boots

in my car

my battered fedora a reminder

of better days


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For one who filled our room here with light, laughter, intellect and wit, holding a light here at my place and in my thoughts for Sirenita. 

No words needed. 
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JUNE 16, 2013 12:43AM

A Father's Day Compilation


 Dad as Home

This old house still carries you

the cold mornings 

you ran

towel clutched about your waist

long linoleum hall

shower to 


your snore rattling 



squirrels from the rafters

in your old

ramshackle place

showers always hot, pressuRead full post »

MAY 16, 2013 2:17AM

In Search of Night










The stars are lost somewhere

over the upturned roof shakes

on this small square  of grass

fence posts dividing your reality and mine

and always the long low train whistle


for some three am reckoning

a mockingb

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MAY 12, 2013 6:30PM

Lady of the House







No doubt who is the lady of this house

the one in the red beret

gold pin on her coat

the one who rises early

for her crosswords and tea

small bits  of buttered bread

to grab a moment for… Read full post »

OCTOBER 15, 2012 9:28AM

The Grace in Letting Go


Is there a grace

to the letting go

a pass for the pain

and grasping


a  girl feels a flutter

watches as her body transforms

and she becomes a woman

a mother


a young man releases… Read full post »

AUGUST 31, 2012 1:09AM

We Were Born Before the Wind

We were born before the wind
also younger than the sun...
My son and I dancing to Into the Mystic (Van Morrison)  at his wedding
last week..
and we were younger than the sun, aRead full post »
JULY 28, 2012 9:11AM

Open Call: The Look of Silence




































%IMAG… Read full post »

JULY 27, 2012 12:06AM


Dear Friends,
Poem now posted here:

Please visit, appreciate you reading, always.
MAY 4, 2012 2:14AM

Woman at the Pool




Perhaps a sidelong glance

if that, you slide me 

past the inked and sparkling bodies, not even furtive


translucent and wet

hair swinging, snapping… Read full post »

MARCH 25, 2012 12:44PM

Miles and I : GNS Repost (For Cindy)

Miles and I, we slake the night
full on shift to manual
slip to 80
Miles leans back and smiles
Miles is the tilt in my hips
Miles is agave,  as it hits… Read full post »


This is an amalgam of re posts in honor of St Patrick's Day and my Irish heritage.






 Francis X


dressed to the nines, always

witty, self taught

exceedingly well read

embodiment of every Irish bard 

and drunk perhaps

one says yes anotherRead full post »

FEBRUARY 23, 2012 5:50PM

A Day in the Life







I am tired

before the sun comes up

over the strip of highway

following other tired people

over the hills

downing the coffee

and changing the music… Read full post »

FEBRUARY 12, 2012 10:42PM

GNS: The Gift



 "Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away fromRead full post »









" Call if lonely.." 

 For a moment taken back

if  being the word

as if 

awaking at dawn, the autumnRead full post »


Yes, this was me in the eighties. On a some long ago February weekend, skiing, wind through my mullet eighties hair, listening to The Cure, REM, U2. Then came the years of really… Read full post »
JANUARY 30, 2012 6:44PM

Mine at 50







   ( My Son with his Daughter last December ) 




the sun is now rising

pink as the shell of her ear

as the buds of her cheek

on this ability to be 


as the creases in my skin… Read full post »