Soles at the Hearth
Outside, just another frigid blizzard.And so, as all our cold trekked roads run adrift,our feet have come to this.
Frost meets our heat at the glass with mist.Good to know the nightly fire insideas we loosen our tongues
and melt.
Published by Sheepshead Review
Frost meets our heat at the glass with mist.Good to know the nightly fire insideas we loosen our tongues
and melt.
Published by Sheepshead Review
Hire
That summer in Ocean City my teenaged sonwas Mickey Mouse.
And into the nights as the boardwalk swelled, all the young children he hugged saw him as he was.
And I,I was so happy to hug him and see him as well.
Published by Writing Knights Press, Grand Showcase, 2018
And into the nights as the boardwalk swelled, all the young children he hugged saw him as he was.
And I,I was so happy to hug him and see him as well.
Published by Writing Knights Press, Grand Showcase, 2018
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Holding Hands on the El
We run with the elevated. Feel the leather of forever, yet slippery as if we dream in quick disarray of rain, afraid to awaken again, our poems too soon melted and forgotten. But there is symmetry to life’s rapid transit. Like a feather, so much drifts away, yet still sticks to the wet glimmering rail. We do our best to hold on. Published by Hobo Camp Review, 2018
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what happens
what happens next is now. Published by FIVE:2:ONE, 2018
Nurse’s Rounds
…patientlove iskind loveis patientlove iskindlove is… Published by Chronogram Magazine, 2020
Children Are Perdurable
Gather us, the small.No matter how far and wide.Include everyone. Do this, even you Judas, and be ever near. Seek forgiveness. For no sin is stronger than love. And then, let Wisdom, oh Wisdom, upon our banished surface, play. Moment is here, ever brief, ever perpetuity. Oh, if only to begin again. Oh, to delight in this,by mercy, the present,our childlike human race.
Published by Hobo Camp Review, 2020
Published by Hobo Camp Review, 2020
Needing Refill
Parchedjar,just clay. The ladle,just unfilled metal. And a hollow heart, just the world. Published by Muse-Pie Press Fib Review, 2016
History of Carpentry
Long before the saw,a seed. Published by Hobo Camp Review, 2020
The Way
There.Face full of traffic. So many of us on the wayfrom somewhere to somewhere.
Rough is the road. Rugged it can be. So will go the bumps and jagged turns, stumps and steep falls,unnoticed holes from nature and human nature.We each have our dents.
While foul forces try to carve us, stop us, cut us, detract us,we can know the way by grace.
There.It is always good to see God’s facein the face full of the human race.So many of us on the way.
Published by Assisi: An Online Journal of Arts & Letters, 2020
Rough is the road. Rugged it can be. So will go the bumps and jagged turns, stumps and steep falls,unnoticed holes from nature and human nature.We each have our dents.
While foul forces try to carve us, stop us, cut us, detract us,we can know the way by grace.
There.It is always good to see God’s facein the face full of the human race.So many of us on the way.
Published by Assisi: An Online Journal of Arts & Letters, 2020
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Lady Liberty
I am in love with a statue. You have a way of riveted skin. Maybe it is your steely resolve,standing up apparently for what is right,ever eloquent about being freein your own wordless, breathless way.
And freedom surely needs a heartto silently say what I want you to say.So, surely, you are not hollow?
Look at you.
All is secure as you survey the world.All is positioned somewhat perfectly.You would never run away.
Such a big soul upon a pedestal, I’d say.Always able to hail a taxi, yetyou decide to stay here with me.
But then again, honestly, have I sculpted you this dream to be?What is your reality?
Dare I ask, so to hear you speak?Tell me.Do I truly love you, or do I love a trophy?
Do you love me?
Look at me.
Am I brave enough for you to breathe?
Published by Plath Poetry Project, 2020
And freedom surely needs a heartto silently say what I want you to say.So, surely, you are not hollow?
Look at you.
All is secure as you survey the world.All is positioned somewhat perfectly.You would never run away.
Such a big soul upon a pedestal, I’d say.Always able to hail a taxi, yetyou decide to stay here with me.
But then again, honestly, have I sculpted you this dream to be?What is your reality?
Dare I ask, so to hear you speak?Tell me.Do I truly love you, or do I love a trophy?
Do you love me?
Look at me.
Am I brave enough for you to breathe?
Published by Plath Poetry Project, 2020
Wings
Wings are intricate things,yet simple. So without much thought,flap yours to fly. Don’t make it hard work.Let them just be and glide. Published by Entropy, 2019
Daisy and Violet
There is a vase by the window still,and the morning beams its prism.And maybe we are all connected, flower to flower, like conjoined twinsbeautiful as we each are.
Published by White Wall Review, 2020
Published by White Wall Review, 2020
Bloom on Horizon
We float.
Our eyes go to the lineas brilliance pokes.
Night dissipatesand breakslike an untied knot.
Here, far out at sea,sun holds a flowerto morning,
and we are this daisyon a boatnamed Flower Pot.
Published by Noctua Review, 2019
Our eyes go to the lineas brilliance pokes.
Night dissipatesand breakslike an untied knot.
Here, far out at sea,sun holds a flowerto morning,
and we are this daisyon a boatnamed Flower Pot.
Published by Noctua Review, 2019
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The City as Autumn Leaves
Life chases through our veinsso much the same, to find usso soon golden expressed in different ways as if a visual melody, even if silentas if in each other we meet ourselves,an opus despite all the cement sound barriers. Truth confesses our lives shall survive the fallas if our roots cascade seed by seed.Sad the remnant when all that must remain is a hacked stump unforeseen.May we wish instead to be each the returning leaf, near as others, in this forever forestthat never leaves.
Published by Poetry Potion, 2018
Published by Poetry Potion, 2018
Big as the Earth
Yes,there’s an elephant in the room. Shall we ignore it?Wish it to just go away? Perhaps we should take it for a walk.Talk with it along the way. Published by unFold, 2017
Castaway
The ocean runs,it runsthrough our backyardas a highway,four lanes.
SometimesI keep my eyes closedand just listen.
SometimesI just open the blindsto that glisten.
Sometimes,I just take my raftagainst the tidelike Tom Hanksand paddle into the surf,just to get to the storefor more suntan lotion.
Published by Rabid Oak, 2018
SometimesI keep my eyes closedand just listen.
SometimesI just open the blindsto that glisten.
Sometimes,I just take my raftagainst the tidelike Tom Hanksand paddle into the surf,just to get to the storefor more suntan lotion.
Published by Rabid Oak, 2018
Merry Christmas!
There’s joy in believing in an Unending Being,loving enough to be human being, heaven sharing.
All year long.
Maybe it’s a talking point to think of thateven while stuck in summer traffic to the shore.
And then, when finally there by the sea,seeing the ocean tide toward you reach.Oh tidings of comfort and joy.Comfort and joy.
Published in Edify Fiction, 2017
All year long.
Maybe it’s a talking point to think of thateven while stuck in summer traffic to the shore.
And then, when finally there by the sea,seeing the ocean tide toward you reach.Oh tidings of comfort and joy.Comfort and joy.
Published in Edify Fiction, 2017
Merriment, Our Love
And so it is, finally July 25.
Feel the tide arise like eyes arriving to a party,and like Christmas lights strung the whole wayfrom street to stairs to all the way up here to where the disco ball rotates above hardwood
and the ballroom somehow feels like somethingmaybe from an old black and white movie,sans the ambiguous grays, and the lost olden days,for this is our newlywed first dance and evergreen.
The prism stays when the charism is from within,and we walk on water in love, this our first spin.And I feel like every Adam ever did, loving Eve,and thinking no one else ever could love like this.
And every day onward, so it is.Just like Christmas.
Published in Edify Fiction, 2017
Feel the tide arise like eyes arriving to a party,and like Christmas lights strung the whole wayfrom street to stairs to all the way up here to where the disco ball rotates above hardwood
and the ballroom somehow feels like somethingmaybe from an old black and white movie,sans the ambiguous grays, and the lost olden days,for this is our newlywed first dance and evergreen.
The prism stays when the charism is from within,and we walk on water in love, this our first spin.And I feel like every Adam ever did, loving Eve,and thinking no one else ever could love like this.
And every day onward, so it is.Just like Christmas.
Published in Edify Fiction, 2017
Flake
Like awe of earthly things, science explains you,even though I’m sure it wasn’t so easy to figure.
After all, how did they go and hold you down?Just how did they get their hands around youwithout breaking your wings melting away?
But even if they connected all dots,filled in awe question marks and blind spots,that won’t demarcate you that much.
Each so unique, so hard to know.See one, and you seeone.
Yet together, quite the gathering.Everyone.
Published in The Avocet, 2020
After all, how did they go and hold you down?Just how did they get their hands around youwithout breaking your wings melting away?
But even if they connected all dots,filled in awe question marks and blind spots,that won’t demarcate you that much.
Each so unique, so hard to know.See one, and you seeone.
Yet together, quite the gathering.Everyone.
Published in The Avocet, 2020
Sighting at a Stop Light
We saw Santa this summer on a motorcycle. Like us, he was stopped at a new red.Impressive how he seemed the patient fellow.
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, and the resthad just plowed through yellow.Guess they were rushing to get to the beach.And Santa smiled at us a Christmas scene.
We waved and waved, and clapped in between. Then we were on our merry way when light turned green.
Published in Edify Fiction, 2017
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, and the resthad just plowed through yellow.Guess they were rushing to get to the beach.And Santa smiled at us a Christmas scene.
We waved and waved, and clapped in between. Then we were on our merry way when light turned green.
Published in Edify Fiction, 2017
