Wednesday, September 28, 2011


Oh, the Zen of it:
empty boxes piled high
waiting to be filled

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Fireflies at dawn
the stars are finally gone
light comes from within

Friday, September 16, 2011

Release me, Brooklyn
from the skin I’ve grown
but still take me in

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

An epiphany
can be a slip of paper
hanging from your fridge

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Friday, September 2, 2011

How small a corner
as a hurricane rages
two crickets still chirp