A Chipmunk Barks At Me
Now I understand why the chipmunk barked at me,
though all I could do then was to wait at the porch,
and watch her on her enhanced position on the board
below the unfinished ceiling,... more »
A Silk Moth's Heaven
For the drunken giant silk moths
that flutter and crash headstrong
against the lit panes,... more »
An American's View Of Europe, From Berlin - 06-19-06 (A Found Poem)
The Croats are tanned,
the Swedes pink,
the Poles the color of powder.... more »
And What If We Were All Gods?
What if our dreams became reality
and our reality became dreams?
What if the wind had its way... more »
Do the garbage – that’s me.
Discard the empty boxes – that’s me. ... more »
The fog comes as we talk,
settles between us
and hides you from me.... more »
Hitching Post (Found Poem)
White divorced Christian
lady or mother,
with waking up alone.... more »
Mosquitoes And Blackflies
Where do we draw the line
between living things that we kill,
and those we let live?... more »
All night, insects and pipers sing in the marshes,
and the little wet ponds in the woods.
They sing, as if the night wouldn't be night
without their songs.... more »
The ice thaws,
the first spring rain falls.
Then the gout weed... more »
Singing With The Country Road
At eight to nine pm, I am alone,
on the part-gravel part-tarred road,
no car ahead of me,
none behind.... more »
Spring Rain Sauna
The evening settles in
with a warm spring drizzle
that washes through the skies,
the trees and the earth.... more »
On the dirt road along the pond,
Several spring songs lay squashed
As I went to work yesterday.... more »
Half-human, half-post industrial, she has lost all sensations of empathy.
in-consciously blunted by the pressures of the economic machine,
Some would die for profit as some for a little life.... more »
The Weight Of Fogs
It halts at the harbor,
and stares at the ships in the distance,
unmoved by the foghorn.... more »
“At 90, my son, you’d definitely own
a store like this”, the twisted,
back-bent old man, leaning on a cane stick
stammered to the young skull-cap clad manager-assistant.... more »
Two Found Poems: The Floral Artist & The 'strelitzia Reginae'
1 - The Floral Artist
‘A stocky figure with elephantine limbs,
(not Picasso’s fleshy paintings)... more »
Well Come To World Mart!
take it easy:
don't let it get to you.
you'd lose your mind... more »
Wildlife Internship: Found Poem
Interning at the Sanctuary provides a great opportunity
to gain valuable experience in working with wildlife,
natural resources, and environmental education.... more »
Writing Against Dying...
This futile servitude,
rest-less-ly:... more »