born to dance this diurnal dancetwo-stepping through the yearsriding this merry-go-round and aroundtime to embrace centrifugal forceclutch the purple pony’s maneand gallop into the music.
a walk
the moment calls me
to that stream
from Drucker’s pond
to Maquoit bay
to home
where great blue herons feed
the boy up to his knees
in icy water and smelt
the land lies sideways
clouds float inside out
the production lines have gone silentthe last soldier has just one bulletall around him, the white flags flysurrenderers surrender to the surrendererscapitulate to the futility of war"something's wrong with Earth,"…
why does it seem like yesterday?the world has been turning for years nowevery morning i wake upand you’re gone as gone can besuch is the story of a drifteronce stopped…
I have reached the end of my rope. Snap! I’m fortunate given two lives to live.In the first one, I had a childhood, traumatizing as it was.Verbal, physical, psychological, and…
not such a far-fetched conceptwhen you stop and think of the practical applicationsnow, I’m no Bible-toting manbut some things just make sensei write my rhymes with carethen in forceful defianceof…
why do you glare at me so brightthat blank stare of a dare toexpress myself on hallowed white but, no SIGNS, no rules, no lines to read between the owner’s…
You have humped America's flags into sweaty rags.written your personalized brand of history,your name on this, your name on that:sneakers, Bibles, baseball caps, museums, plaquesand other writings on the wall,do…
as autumn’s chill descendsand leaves paint the floor of Earthas daylight withers into quickened sunsetsas frost lays its bones over the landi sit in the deep of nightthe shadows that…