Where They Called Home

Crusty forgotten plastic grocery bags
swirl in their urban peregrinations
hovering in hot vehicular storms
of jet lagged bus drivers raring to go
from one grime encrusted bodega Continue reading Where They Called Home

The Philosopher’s Verse

If I’m gonna think or do anything
might as well mean something to someone
is more or less what philosophers thought
in every battle that came to pass
blood was spilled for a thousand ruby stones
before forests gave way to our flames
I stood with my family atop the promontory
overlooking plains of restless buffalo. Continue reading The Philosopher’s Verse

To Heaven

The neurotic old man one day found
an old journal of hieroglyphic scratches
and where creases ran into flesh
was a face of rumpled Christmas sweaters. Continue reading To Heaven

Icarus Died in the Spring

If we touch up our faces just right
the universe will reveal itself
to those who get lost in the sun,
that rather unseemly warning sign,
whose monstrousness averts our fair eyes,
where life depends on death. Continue reading Icarus Died in the Spring