Monthly Archives: January 2010

Family Baton

what a joy
to relive the past
without the ghosts
catching the scent
of past meals then
tasting them from
new hands of
next generation

sneaking into
a quiet corner
watching laughter
chase shadows
into the last
note of the song
sad to see coats
calling it a night



sometimes multitasking means
centering in on the moment
allowing yourself to enjoy it
while you are still feeling
aftershocks on your heart

Night Static

sometimes i dream in
wizard of oz whirlwinds
removing cardboard
stadium seats from suv’s
while she tells me of
fancy bifocals and
past indiscretions
purchasing blue icees
by the case leaving
me disappointed
watching him unload
the car like it’s a party
she lowers her voice
the volume in my head
goes up a decibel

Broken Stick

light bends
becoming a divining rod
for color
i push a doll in a buggy
years before i wonder
about you
like an open watch back
i am staring again
wheels spinning
teasing out how things work
wondering if we are
still keeping time
or in need of repair
because something skipped
and now the wand
only finds
shades of gray

Dream Parade

to dream a dream
first find joy
hiding in the parade
follow the laughter
the trail of smiles
steps that take flight
or bounce lively
a satisfied sigh
now bring it along
follow the route
pavement blazing
unexpected detours
keep the joy close
taking each step
living the dream

I Keep Remembering

a raspy jazzy voice
running the scales
turns my clock
into dali’s inspiration
while the sax
sings echoes
smooth as butter
sliding me home


she cloaked herself in scarlet
darker than a blush on cheek
left his scent on empty heart
drifting to a shadowed street 
not looking for salvation, but
respite from the lonely storm
they bellowed loud as thunder
claimed they’d no other harm
his promise was always empty
to others’ lives he did belong
wept herself to sleep at night
dreamt lovers wielding stones