Sunday, October 26, 2014

What Happens

It comes apart
the same world
but shuffled funny.
It de-molecularizes,

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Ascent Aspirations

My poem "Latest in Solar Power" is featured in the Novermber/December Issue of "Ascent Aspirations."

Port of Miami

The voyage will be
docking at dawn tomorrow.
There is a party tonight
but it will be
a sentimental kind of
celebration of the new world
to be replaced by the old.
Goodbye new fantasy hopes,
eye flashes and flirtations,
moments of youth-like heartbreak.
I've already partially packed.
Tonight will be a
muted abbreviation of yesterday.

Sunday, October 19, 2014


After all this,
it really is all about
breathing. Each inflation
is faith, awaiting
the materials of the planet.
Each exhale is a prayer.
I give you
what is in my body
knowing how the world
is large and generous.
We are made to pray.
We hang on the planet
like prayer machines,
in and out in prayer rotation.
We don't need to know and figure,
we don't need the words.

Monday, October 06, 2014

The Wrongful Death Suit

The woman was crossing at
the Manhattan corner of
Jackson Street and Madison Avenue
when she died.
Her son sued the bus driver
and the City of New York
for running her over;
negligence and
wrongful death.
No one saw the woman
until her body was found
on the roadway
thirty five feet from the crossing.
Here's how the experts saw it.
The woman was first
knocked to the ground by the bus,
then rolled under the bus' dark body
until she was killed by the right
rear wheel.
The experts said she must have
tried to block the tire by raising her
arm over her face.
The court found in favor of the plaintiff,
granting seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars
as the value for
a few microseconds of
"fearing impending death."