Monday, December 26, 2011


Bundled Christmas trees
outside Flatbush grocery
yellow cabs flash past

Tuesday, December 20, 2011


    Like a blind man’s sight
    rain patters across rooftops
    tracing an outline

Thursday, December 15, 2011



Rain thrashes briefly 
then quiets to a whisper 
like memory’s pulse

Tuesday, December 13, 2011


Rain hits suddenly
as if to a stricken land
someone smiles in sleep

Thursday, December 8, 2011



The Braille of raindrops
falls on all our blind faces
nothing to read here

Saturday, December 3, 2011


A flesh-pink half moon
last mist left after the storm
both dissolve away

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Sunday, November 27, 2011


STARVED HOUSES

The groundwork has been laid;
the drywall, the mortar, the pestle.
The frame is sound. It will stand.
It will give us this day, minus the bread,
and forgive us the trespasses
we make against ourselves.
We are less than whole
within these walls, we lay
down and expect the leveling.
We are the wasp’s thirst, dry as rain
that doesn’t know another drop exists,
we are stronger than the storm
that hasn’t come yet.

Monsters