Sunday, August 31, 2014


Leaf on the Wind

The Iron Surfer

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Find that place
That center
Unsoiled by the day
The unsolicited violence
Of being so obviously different
In the quietest way
Go there
Shut the door
Listen to your heartbeat
Trace safety with your finger
Ward off what smells your blood
And catch your breath.
Neither dark nor light
Has a place there.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

You who say
life is your own,
know you not my hull, my keel, who is captain.
My sail catches wind
swells to bloated
but every scrap of snapping canvas
listens not to my rising wail
Should I haul wheel port or starboard,
the waves think otherwise
and other winds than mine govern,
unseen crews man the masts
Can I tell you a tale of unexpected landfall?
Of barbarous waves?
Let me show you sunsets of
Gold and tarnished brass.

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Babylon's Children