Thursday, September 25, 2014

"Ghost Writer": Latest Kindle book
Ghost Writer

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Fifteen Words

He told me
his last
real conversation was in
nineteen-fifty-five. And that was
 thirty minutes
on the sidewalk
with an interested stranger.
Those that love him
respect his silence,
keep him to a fifteen word
maximum. That allows them
to get along. Silence is the juice
of that loving home.
He told me
how he dreamed of
lectures, long and
deep draughts
of speech.
He dreamed of
eyes bright with
the lights from his stage.

Friday, September 19, 2014

New Streets Lead to Water: The Photoshow

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

The Corner Club Press
Finally up. Poem and photograph published in The Corner Club Press

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Cyclamens and Swords

My poem "Star Trek" has been published in "Cyclamens and Swords" (August).

Friday, September 12, 2014

The Turned Head

The things
he doesn't say,
won't and can't
locked up,
the dusty old
warehouse of silences.
When someone asks
who are you,
and he searches
his memory to answer
then bows his head,
excuse me
and goes away.

Tuesday, September 09, 2014

Lover's Lane and Other Streets: The Photoshow

Friday, September 05, 2014

MIles Remain

He smiles
looking at the
wobbling hula girl on the dash.
But his hands
cling to the wheel.
Good buddy good buddy
comes through his lips.
The growth on his face
makes his character clear.
And the road is narrow,
but his hands are firm.
He smiles, alone in the cab.
It darkens.
And the road lined with rocks
and chasms is narrow.
It darkens,
but only a few miles remain.