On this page, from time to time, poems will come and go.


From the corner of my eye,
I see you, bright Queen
Companion of the midnight watch
As the waves slip beneath my hull

A-tilt on your throne, you glitter
Serene and unrepentant
All earth and its petty doings
A curiosity to your immortal gaze

How could you not be vain
When from the age of comprehension
You heard your beauty exalted
Your comeliness proclaimed

Over and over—
Why would they lie?—
Fed on compliments, courted by the king
Confirmed by the mirror on your wall

Fair, fairer, fairest of all
And they expected humility?
No, no, you’re too kind,
I’m sure there are others prettier by far.

Don’t make me laugh

Now they think you are punished
In your upside-down chair
A warning to women who know their worth
And speak it

Instead, you speak to me
Hold your course through the dark
Companion of the midnight watch
As the waves slip beneath my hull

Flight of the Peregrine – A Ten-Minute Poem

Gulls enrage me, those raucous creatures in dingy gray
huddled on the shore
jabbering of mundane exploits,
and squabbling with their cousins over inconsequentials
when true storms are gathering

Don’t you see the froth the world is in
Don’t you hear the species screaming
Don’t you feel the tendons of the earth stretched,
almost to breaking with the agony of being

I scream too and cleave the wind
Hard as a bullet above the bleak salt sea
Feather locked tight to feather
Eyes slicing the horizon in hope of the salvation
that lies beyond the rim

On Hearing of the Divorce of Friends

No divorce should ever be amicable
It should rip like the skin peeled from a squealing rabbit
the soft pelt doubling back warm and limp
quivering pink flesh exposed to the air

It should jerk like the living corpse
held aloft by its bound paws
twisting and shuddering
eyes exploding in agony

It should bleed red from every artery
staining the ground and splashing
the onlookers forced to witness the massacre
of the love they once toasted with bubbly champagne

Don’t tell me it was civilized, no one to blame
Don’t tell me you’ll still be friends
Don’t tell me it was equable, the division of assets
accomplished in good faith without bickering

Now you say you’re both ready to move on
Stepping around the cold raw carcass on the floor

I Am Like Snow Falling

In the whiteness
The air is sugared
Sweet granules dissipating on the tongue
A slow-motion blizzard of softness
A soundless interim
Comfort as eternal
As a cloud within a dream
A transition into awe
A farewell to being