November 14, 2011

There have been some few words of

Desolation and

The black holes through space came sparks.

What did we

Come through wires,

Tiny sparks blown sky high miles and miles I’m done with



September 6, 2011

I saw the face through the glass

Screwed up in concentration,

Two coins,

That might be all it takes.

August 27, 2011

if you know

it’s alright.

August 22, 2011

What he knows is the feeling,

Waiting with his hands shoved deep

in the pockets of his


Winter in cold maine,  on the stoop,

(Let’s be laden with snow and

Fond, hurting memories)


There’s a bowl, cold cat’s food,

(Here, I have eyes,

I run on my own when you leave

Doors ajar)

He’s not fond of it,


He’ll put up with it for the light when the

Screen door creaks open.

August 15, 2011

This is the kind of man who has a wife, and a child and an apartment. Works a lot, works hard, no white picket fence, but this is what the American dream seems like to me. This is what he feels like, his voice and his body and crooked teeth.

It scares me, and I escape like a rabbit, but carefully. There is no remembering what I say, making my exit.

June 13, 2011

He struggled

The smell of air leaving, the sound of coffee and cigarette,

The pinch of loneliness—(a little hook behind the bellybutton).

The sight,

(not the feel)

of coins on a solitary little plate.

He struggled,

Fought the straight line of poplar trees.

June 1, 2011


Sun drenched and spinning, she tells me

You survive me, dig

Your toes deep into earth and

Saturated soil,

Hold on tight, she tells me.

May 23, 2011

Today I imagined

that living with you would be something,

Like two cats, we’ll be domesticated late in life,

how can meals cooked at home in love,

stop our nightly roamings?

But we can still live like people do,

announce our comings and goings,

sleep on even sides of one familiar bed.

May 3, 2011

i’m thinking about you endlessly.

April 20, 2011

you turn

gooseflesh in the summer breeze,

watching the flowers bloom and fade.