Writing
2026
A Lover of The Symphony
I sit myself in a place where the crowd is mere mirage.
There is nothing in this concert hall but the music
and myself. The violinists try their best to pass as people,Lena Confesses
I never had time for the strangers
with their barstool philosophies
and their breath like last week’s regrets.Meeting Peter at the Tate
First a visit to
the Giacometti exhibit.
Haven’t been in London for yearsFor Love of The Word “Love”
Poets grabbed the word “love.”
And they kept it for themselves.
Does that surprise you?There are days
There are days when the street is the most spiritless place on earth.
You leave the house and, though people don't let you pass, though
you have to eke out your path on the sidewalk, for youThe Ref
Donny Lewis awakes each morning and mutters a disappointed “Oh, man!” first thing because he’s…
Texan Thunderstorm
I moan of the subtle pain,
hidden under my spine
arched like an arrowThe Shawl Seller
Excerpt from my novel in progress, The Shawl Seller
2019
Alive – or Otherwise
I open my eyes
Low and behold, to my surprise
I am alive stillFeral mundane
Dark alley
Where we met
Maimed by your simperTeardrop’s ash
What can I say, and how
To make the words into shievers
Where would I learn, and if I did, how would you knowI saw you on the bus
I saw you on the bus. I never knew you, but I knew you when. When things were nice and…
Leftover love
I hid you in my thought
Deep, in dark ravines
Behind mountains of choresThe kiss, the satin & a year
The smile descended in the room
past five
One wall was made of shade