Writing
2026
Divingdinless
On ledges of vertigo falcons,I left behind some crumbs for flyingcritters
Waking the Body
Might sodium pentothal work or perhaps amnesia,a clean slate, no shame, no idea -(is there?) -…
Deep Water
Ages sleep, rock-mysterious: the fossils of lava flooding senses fathomby the lights of fish blind themselves…
The Koi
Koi are not fish, he says.They’re the backyard’s jewelry collection.But they are fish, he adds.
The Waitress
It’s obvious thatour waitress is distracted.Tears in her eyes
A Lover of The Symphony
I sit myself in a place where the crowd is mere mirage.There is nothing in this…
Lena Confesses
I never had time for the strangerswith their barstool philosophiesand their breath like last week’s regrets.
Meeting Peter at the Tate
First a visit tothe Giacometti exhibit.Haven’t been in London for years
For 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…
The Ref
Donny Lewis awakes each morning and mutters a disappointed “Oh, man!” first thing because he’s still…
Texan Thunderstorm
I moan of the subtle pain,hidden under my spinearched like an arrow
The Shawl Seller
Excerpt from my novel in progress, The Shawl Seller The Saffron Warriors, as the other team…