Monday, August 30, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Strenuous days and nothing to believe in
when black coat men cast shadows
over empty streets
Dead inside I mourn the night they took you
your voice and defiance silenced for good
and like so many I understand ... entire poem
Thursday, August 26, 2010
on the north shores of Long Island,
what does your insistent clickering
signal from dusk till dawn?
Hey dudes party over here?
Hey ladies I’m looking for love?
Hear me, the loudest bug around?
Check out my stick in the ground?
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
To My Sisters in Chores
Dust away detritus
But also, let the tide wash away