Category Archives: Poetry

My Fool

What is a fool if not a spindle

of spool

fueled with my tools,

gummy, the gristle still green

as if the high road, leapt into my sole mate  

or whatever might have been good enough

to sustain the switch onto the right track

that spindle on the plantar surface of my appendage

On my moon.

Thoughts Prior to Dreams

I dream in blue I see proteins and flesh and bodies. I see crazy things. People running and shooting and radiating and I’m reminded of my Crayola confessions. Why would someone kill another over a crayon? Primo Levy had his elements. I tried that. I wrote about elements. I write about crayons. I have these… Continue Reading

The Same Barber Chair

  Not to have crossed room means chamber XII means cranial nerve, hypoglossal VI abducens, and I say this from memory my own photo reminds me of a Cloud Atlas the random page from a journal In the days we used phone books and oversized maps, blew the dust off a giant atlas in a… Continue Reading


I knew him you did too the silly kid with a chipped tooth and gnarly hair   He stood over there A houseplant   sowed from stale air and a wet bed   From streams of sun seeping through the thickened foliage of our cluttered home   It penetrated delicate layers of his pale skin… Continue Reading

Olympic Dots

  Five intersecting rings Five unconnected dots Yellow or is it gold, for the boy who sprinted To the rescue of his infant sister, mangled in a mine field A blue dot for the doctor in rural China He closed the holes in thousands of blue baby hearts—turning them whole again Black is the dot… Continue Reading

Empty Chairs

Two seats for people that should love But are gone Could stare into gray water A gray sky Believed that black and white Never should make gray But should blend to something great Vibrant color Synergized from the heart So much more than the sum of its parts   Continue Reading

Lip Balm

An ointment tastes of things I’ve lost   Caked on at night By morning an arid cracking of my youth   Fissured salt flats and an alien moon Peppered splinter ground in cedar   Hypoglossal hints of eucalyptus carbonated with ozone thrusts   Hiss and steam, cheek to lingual buds The ferric twang of denuded… Continue Reading