For free

I dream in hieroglyphics and ink the walls of caves; eschew the honorifics, the accolades, the raves. It’s all for fun, and all for free- I’ll never make a buck. Matter of fact, I’m in the hole, but still I run amok.


The sun was in beamsthrough the travelling trees,like a ruby- a lasering strobe, as I did a drivein convertible breeze,well abreast of the darkening road. And “Houses of cloud”(did I say, out aloud?)in the lamps of the settling sun,for I pictured a fortress- a bastion endowedwith the flags from the battles it won. In a […]

Out of whole cloth

A cloak is dreamt. It is long, hooded, and heavy- as iridescent as a fish. Its imagined scales are of many colors. They resemble organ stops, tombstones, or pats of plastered paint. When donned, its weight makes one stumble- Accretions from an empath’s trove.

A brain, a heart, and courage

You must’ve been a big man in the schoolyard. Yes- that is what I think when I watch you with others. Did you lie in wait for that puny kid who wouldn’t fight back-who perhaps thought that this was how their life was supposed to be;who made up stories as to why they came home […]

Asleep in sway

Refuse in the oceans. God’s things caught in its mire. In a come-lately penance, I think of small atonements, futile fixes. If a poem had power, had sway, or could be born of a prophet, sleep might come more easily. Still, I count the sheep of days, the fish in a river’s flow… *** image: […]


Endings today- A small thing, as if hit, flails its last on the hot roadway, its doubtful heart and kicking legs wanting only to run, to run. And I have done murder, my mower surprising some bees and fledgling frogs who wanted only sweetness and shade. This grass will grow now. *** image credit: