Sunday, October 23, 2011


I’m bending toward sleep
crickets sound like cracking backs
fall sway the weary

Thursday, October 20, 2011


The brush of my breath
strums the broken-down guitar
that sits behind me

Saturday, October 15, 2011


Window-frames rattle
in the last wind from Brooklyn
yup, I’m outta here

Monday, October 10, 2011


The wick still flickers
in a candlelight vigil
for the flame itself

Thursday, October 6, 2011


How dim the star is
reaching above tree branches
like a supplicant

Saturday, October 1, 2011


Blinking red tower
casts a lonely semaphore
an owl hoots his own