Tuesday, November 1, 2011

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

Monsters