Friday, December 16, 2016

This Cold NIght

Into this cold night, the dogs plunge,

barking an alarm, facing the intruder.

Balanced on hind legs and a prehensile

tail, a portly trunk supports a smallish head

with tiny ebony eyes and a pointy pink snout.

Its open jaw bares fifty needlelike teeth

and it hisses with such force its whiskers vibrate,

yet its body remains a piece of garden statuary.

The hounds bay and circle; unable to dislodge

the unwanted, they retreat to the warmness

of the house and eventually they quiet.

Later, as a baby rabbit mewls, the possum

draws up the corners of its mouth, pleased

with the savory treat, on this cold night.

Wednesday, November 23, 2016


The scent of char'd wood,

warmth by the fire, side by side,

faces framed in embers.

Friday, September 30, 2016

The woman in the moon

I missed the fullness of the moon

the other night,

Parvati's lucent eyes,

her dimpled cheeks,

her lopsided grin.

I dismissed the recent summer

into fall, not a smile or a laugh

for a quarter year, waiting,

bookended by the dogs,

attending to the lazy march

of the hands and the elongated stillness

between the ticks and the tocks.

In Parvati's waning shadow,

I forgot how to press ink

onto the page, how to stain

it with words, how to imprint

a dream.

Tuesday, September 6, 2016


photograph by author

Memories sift behind closed eyes,

they dance with dreams, turn

across time.

I chase an edge,

rustle inbetween,

my voice muted,

our history edited,

I am unremembered


Monday, August 29, 2016

the stretch

time stretches,

it seeps into my crevices,

sates my drifting daydreams,

escapes my grasp...

Friday, July 22, 2016

sea salt

gazing into the scatterment of the stars,

mislaid sea salt from a long lost ocean;

the tide tempted the shore,

nibbled its corners, circled

randomly sculpted dune-drifts;

the sea oats bowed back to the wind,

held fast, south-pawed into the sky,

each settled into the sea-snail blue of India ink,

with a hissing spark; the memory

of the kinetics of a cosmic explosion...

Wednesday, July 6, 2016


anxiety no longer bound,

she runs out of words,

cannot finish conversations,

she stares into spaces,

scattered; fragments

flitter in her head,

a familiar name misplaced,

a point lost to a tangent,

her memory sheds, 

she views herself-



she seeks...