Wednesday, mid-February

I woke up to the buzzer
And we said nothing while you slept
You got what you came for
And left

Walked home from my meeting
No one showed
I tried to hold back tears
And thought about snow

Started cleaning in the kitchen
Put the music on full blast
Either to distract myself from
Or wallow in the past

Later I’ll go to the gym
Pretend everything’s fine
Make some dinner
Kill some time

I don’t know when I’ve been so sad,
I’ll say to someone on the phone tonight.
True sadness may be knowing,
They’ll reply, and they’ll be right



Believe what you need
But I know, I see
Same way you see through me

Beyond the green water
At the edge of the sea
Mine for you and yours for me

Beyond what we say
There’s give and take
The kitchen by night
The bedroom by day

You asked for a poem
that’s simple and free
I know you’re afraid
but you shouldn’t be

smoke disperses
I wonder about the light-up bottom of a cigar stand
from my post at the leather couch
the woman who sold us our cigars
her one blind eye
old lithographs of my town Continue Reading »

after many new trees
a blue bicycle on the roof
counting backward
and admiring the fine art of the hand
majesty of colour
handiwork of man Continue Reading »

Dear Silas,

I was studying the lines in your face as you
ate sushi and told me about your next big move
and Paris
I was trying so hard not to let it show
not even knowing, myself Continue Reading »


registration begins
a new path cut, I’ve noticed
but maybe that is only the cold
there is a story to be told Continue Reading »


Florida, to me, perhaps in my mind
a kind of sandstone rhumor
a memory of a memory of something strange and sacred
like so much of childhood Continue Reading »

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