Brimstone Lark

We watch the geese watching us Our boys cheer & disobey The family of geese flee How do you say “Quit whining!” in goose?

How we reach our hands outstreatched for the out of sight lovers for the cities and beaches shining in the cove of our minds. Even an airplane feels romantic with its cramped lanes and plastics as it fades out of sight. I am baffled in revere by the birds who do not migrate despite their…

We were placed in this calm retreat by one who thought we would not reach. Wrapped within a velvet sheet never to touch or breach. But the angels grew curious in thought of what is meant to bleed. So they spied our hells through that veil they wrought pinholes where light was freed. So my…

These concrete walls have seen a thousand tender goodbyes. Countless tears dampened the cracked sidewalk Soaking forever into the absorbent grout lining between the gray tiles. If these walls could speak, they would say, ‘I remember you! You cried in the TSA line before buying an iced shaken espresso at Starbucks!’ ‘You hid behind those…

In the serene lake of the cities northern fort The tranquility of yonder Crisp distillations of the flying, peddling, walking Float through the liquid air The independence of distance My eyes alone Summarized the cobbled hillside

When I sit down to write And pick up a pen I find no seeds of poetry in me Nothing to water or tend Grasping at silvery thoughts Fumbling with old phrases But no inspiration is found In clever combinations But when meeting my exhaustion at dawn I spy tendrils of bleached tangles between Sandy…