Author: admin

I ask you now Mom, under this nighttime sky, wherever you are, (heaven, interstellar, I have no idea) how long do I have to tolerate anxiety tugging me? Live inside bewilderment in this fight of life?

Who doesn’t make
lists of chores
grocery supplies
birthday cards to send

let’s throw away our past,
every blessed thing we loved,
throw it away for good;
it betrayed us

A ballerina in a black tutu poised in adoration
As chalk-white doves perched on a wall
Pecking food from her tender outstretched palm

I slurp Campbell’s Chicken soup
smell Velveeta sandwich toasting

I would fold myself
into a thousand sheets

and strip my skin
to cloak you …
as you stepped down
from the trains.

Migrating tundra swans stream
through the Pacific Flyway.
Some say the ashen sky is common
this time of year.

A Blank Page is like a Sea of White Transfixed by its tides dragging me under The waves sway me back and forth, I am indecisive As the waves tower over me, engulfing me into the abyss I am suddenly surrounded by white emptiness...

Capped waves break inland
with a wrath
of who knows what:
the longing of millions?

Even now, his head on my pillow, front paws held together, as if saying a prayer.

You need a mind of winter
to endure in a land of summer…
So empty man,
who’s the happy genius of your house?