Poems

  • For(e) Telling

    Sit under the broom tree if you mustbut don’t expect the shadeto cool the drenched poolbetween your shoulder bladesor salve the creases of your heartfor there’s too much stakedon these days that wait for the…

  • Kaleidoscope

    The pure purpose of color spans out like a kaleidoscope rotating in prismed phrases that only an ocular linguist could decode, stained glass spilling into a slow-motion film with a spattered plot of golds and…

  • Stained Glass

    Panes of glittering stained glass stains disfigured from the past ache of all the pains that last art of splinters deftly cast in the frame that holds it fast through the cracks the light gets…