Japan  arrow standing in stone   There are times  I think about Japan,  not the land my ancestors left,  but the one I've inherited  thr...

Response to Jane Hirshfield’s Rebus “You work with what you are given… …How can I enter this question the clay has asked?” Like Jane, I answ...

Earthquake Seasons 1970, first California temblor in the half light of morning. I know the world is ending due to my sins  and I’ll be left ...

Dust of ages It used to be a rock for the world walking roads of stone to uphold and guide strong under their feet and faiths they climbed u...

Trapped Your eyes are as an eagle’s   fierce and unrelenting   always looking for prey Your heart is like a stone cold and hard  showing no ...

PICKING THE POCKET OF MY POISONED WORLD Grinning cats gathered at the bay window It is all libertine and tribal stamina That runs through my...

stones in her pockets Did Virginia Woolf  Caress each stone Before she put them Into her pockets  Building towards Killing herself? How long...

happening here (after Justice Robert H. Jackson) imagine a world carved from stone the made up stories and lists of wrongs paraded across a ...

a miracle What I really need now is a miracle that will change everything, were the thoughts running through the mind of the man who was wal...

Appetites  Emotional satiety Reactionary avoidance Dismissal of a lifetime of pain Turned to satiated contentment Fake fulfilment Burped ...

CONTROLLING (Haiku)  Women still get stoned Cruel way to inflict your rules Men hate, hurt and harm FIX IT (Haiku)  History so sad We need...

So Disappointed (Haiku) The world turned inward What do people want from me Will they just go now When We Could Laugh (Haiku) The world was...

Life is a Gem Is that a marble in your back pocket, or is it a small stone? It's tough to tell the difference between objects that are r...

Rivers and Stones When you feel the weight of your task And despair that you are no closer to its completion Than when you began Think of th...

Appeasement Stone leaving zero  ripples  came to party  already drowned. Maybe go down, ask how it feels? No one ever has.

An Artist Studying from Nature by Claude Lorrain   The artist just wants to study nature alone Men obstruct his view They build castles loo...

The river café is closing now, drink up  Before this café table disappears into four a.m. silence of Sunday morning, let me run my fingers o...

stone world we can almost imagine it, right? people like you and me except before metal and electricity people who use stone to shape stone ...

THE GREAT STONE FACE When I was a young film buff going to revival cinemas, I was struck by how his appearances in "Limelight" and...

Exiled  I pass the stranger  on the street.  He wears a gray coat,  the color of the sky. The light is gone,  exiled for the day.  The world...

Sitting on Stones with Boys There's something about stones that raise you above the dirt set you climbing like bougainvillea  when you...

Road of Sand on Likoma Island  At first the road which was nothing more than a narrow dirt path seemed unbearably long as I shouldered my kn...

Filled Me with Glee Shoulda been ‘handling my business’ after work but required a few minutes down time to destress. Then got caught up in s...

STONED The highest form of spacing out Level three: buzzed, high, stoned I forgot what was I laughing about? Oh, yeah, if a male horse still...

Zen Poem for The Moon The moon rising from the water is not wet. Yet, it resembles those ancient stones—   wet sentinels, their surfaces kis...

Under a palm tree I examine my seersucker soul and try to figure  how it fits in a hand-me-down world My mind tries to peel off the real peo...

I Want A Writer's Block A real writer's block. After I'm finished writing I could run and skip down cobble stones with all the o...

The Megalithic Circle Speaks To My Bones Ancestral genes breach the volcanic stones, Grab my feet,  Enter my veins in solidarity. Though gen...

Stones We are stones but we’re not mute We sit in brooks and give them music, Their soft ripple of poetry. It’s all in how you handle us Rub...

Just Before a Rain, atop the Limestone On a day much like this one, my wife and young son and I were exploring Greece a man a few years olde...

Roses For Gaza Gaza is a garden full of roses. Stone roses. Rock roses. No petals to crush and bruise to release their fragrance. Only dust....

Breadcrumbs for Starving Birds    Smiling across the ravine, snow-cloaked footbridge. Prickly ropes slick with ice, snow-clad boards, pepper...

Stone Soup A broth of flowers simmering in a stone cauldron, the forest behind and around this cauldron. The day fades into night as the cau...

Sin of Silence The night Donald Trump became the President, I walked to an Ethiopian pizza parlor in San Diego. Streetlights made the road a...

Metaphysical Flows Through gray silver-speckled stone reflecting shadow and light excavated from the waters  of Casco Bay along Shore Ave  i...

choosing a random stone sits upon the dresser green slate culled from walks along the river its striated shades as varied as the sea, fern f...

Looking at the Stars. . . “We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” ―Oscar Wilde, from his play, Lady Windermere’...

SECOND CHANCE In the second year of Franklin Roosevelt’s Presidency, I was born  in Oklahoma City. the second born to Lawrence and Wilma Sti...

 

 

Freedom: An Ode “People can take everything  except your education,” my father’s anthem throughout my childhood.   I think of him growing up...

GOOD NEIGHBORS Stone wall Stood on the border Of the two Properties Watching on Both sides Generations of Families living Out their lives Wi...

Smother's Beach, Key West sun warm on my skin and white sand, tan people pale green ocean, the mother--we crawled out of flipper-wise to...

I love to sniff the world   I put my nose to the ground There I have found the odors I seek in my day's existence I need to whiff the co...