Just because she holds my heart,
Only because I can't help myself,
Could she make this life complete?
Yes. She is the one I need.... more »
If paper shattered
Like my defenses near you
Love notes would snow down... more »
And she revives me.
When work has left me indolent,
She offered me a chance to be
Freshened, seemingly brilliant... more »
Her face crumbled and pinkened.
Anger, confusion and hurt etched across her features
As she tried to decode what I said.
Was THAT what I meant?... more »
'Is that all there is? ' he asked
As he stooped to collect the final box.... more »
It's negation and restriction
'Yond which one can never parry.
Never but to the contrary.... more »
On Reading Graham Greene's 'The Quiet American'
Pyle and Fowler
Fighting over Phoung
And Vietnam... more »
Once, I was a brute,
That once, when I was young.
Once a girl was there
And I said things -... more »
He watched fretfully
As she, with paint brush far too large for her preschool hands,
Splashed liquid sage aggressively against the wall
While she swung her head around to smile,... more »
Yes, it sizzles...
That's the sound of summer,
Beef doing it's thing on the grill,... more »
As the sun rises
From the Cebu Straits,
An orchid,... more »
Reading Neruda To My Lover
We stood in an old book store
That telescoped from room to room,
And in a corner, I found a book.
Listen, I said -... more »
You fumbled and I tangled my hand in your hair
And both of us showed our novice tendencies in our urgency
But that seemed no reason to balk at the precipice
Of our adolescent ardor in full potency.... more »
Romeo And Juliet (Condensed)
She lied.... more »
What is there to say?
The blush and aroma,... more »
I hope you feel -
I hope you -... more »
A tingle in my nose
As crisp air swells my lungs.
Invigorating.... more »
She tickles the edge of my dreams
No pacific moment
As I lay staring into the night
Looking for her... more »
I've found what's used to be of greater value.
The wear shows utility in function.
Tools that have stood the test of time
Are valued by the careful carpenter.... more »
The memory of wet shoes and grimy windshields and grey days
Melts as the first fecund aromas permeate the air,
And I sit dumbstruck by the sudden dissolve of the winter haze
And the first buds and birds that take the dare... more »
All the kids are gone.
Locker doors hang open.
Old worksheets and pages torn from spiral notebooks
Trodden into grimy gray litter... more »
Some might say...
It's past that time of first blush -
First leaves and petals -... more »
Sunrise In Chicago River West
Showering down an arc of meteors as it clacks across an off-kilter joint,
The 'L' grumbles above Lake Street,
Smearing early morning as the Kosher butchers trundle their loads up ramps into the hungering maw of road behemoths snoring in anticipation.... more »
You are there -
In my reverie but beyond touch
At this moment, after our conversation
Carried by electrons, stripped of the true warmth of your voice... more »
When she calls
I stop -
And between the ring and the moment I answer
Her face appears in all it's moods and colors,... more »