Free Verse Poetry

In Winter

The truth of the matter:
We bear diminished resemblance
to our wedding-day selves.
We used to puzzle over the noses,
now long and chins, now puckered
of those soft-cheeked, sepia lovebirds
enthroned above the piano.

A prayer and a promise

Gently
open a furrow
in the crown of my head
and plant the seed
of quiet between
the two hemispheres.

Tedium and the tide

Walking barefoot along
my hardwood floor, the long
grains part, crack and dissolve
into grains of sand, soft and pocked
then dark and dense beyond
the tideline. I wash up
on the shore of laundry island, 
where gloves top the clean pile 
but in less than 12 hours will be soaked again
with sweat…

Manhood

The coastline – scooped, hammered, fjorded – Call it a metaphor for the year: ever-shifting from rivermouth to beachbreak, sea wall and graven…

Leavings

Contents: must of ticket stubs
handed from hand to hand to
hand, pencil shavings, hasty
travel agglomerate. Pills.
Human mast, machines.

Love Letters

Love letters and love
the spaces between the words.
Meander among stems, nestle
under warming bellies, admire
serifs and spurs from safe distance.

The Word-Ring

Over the stone fence,
beyond the mown grass,
on the border of a fog-bank:
We found a half-buried
obsidian spearhead, its face
catching…

Love Letters

Love letters and love
the spaces between the words.
Meander among stems, nestle
under warming bellies, admire
serifs and spurs from safe distance.