Selected Poems

Points of Departure

April 15

In the super-market aisle
you didn’t recognize her
and he three years on Valium and booze.

Later we fabulate
hyenas in Cadillacs
multi-million dollar homes
new world wars with China
and dirty one’s right here


Belly Into Fire

We each emerge from a fiery wound
bloody and wailing and move for a time
between vacuum and the light
between laughter and the dust
between ashes and the wind
as quickened presences set against the nothing
before returning to a shallow darkness
carved into implacable silence

solitary pleasures

July 25

the poem I composed before sleep
was short but to the point
it caught some bit of the day
and turned it into something whole


There’s a cross
in the desert sky
where two contrails meet.
An X drawn on a blue so stark
it must mean something,
I think