September 1st

Twisting, wringing, Plummeting to the earth With no parachute I’ll land on my feet (I always do, though my knees crumble from repeated slamming into rock) With my hand in the air Trumpeting my smarty-pants For all the world to mark With a sneer and a smirk But My pens …

Sometimes I Wonder

Sometimes I wonder what I am doing In a city As I pass a hidden forest And the smell The sweet, fecund …

Undertow

i can feel it rising the ocean of bilious emptiness sweeping away my peace i thought i’d built on rock it’s these …

By the Lake

beside water’s lap she bows her head alone with herself and her dreams suspended in an afternoon hazy summer sun sighing in …

Homelessness

A breath of family did I feel While hours passed within that meal. The glow of friendship, soft and deep, Into night’s …

Ghostwriter

Who remembers Ghostwriter, the PBS children’s series from the 90s?  It was one of my favorites growing up, despite the fact that …