Poetry Through the Ages

For You — or Him, or Anyone

May 2015

Cold Return

November 2014

Hold me —
like the words, your heart, your light,
stowed away in the depths of your chest.
Hold…

7:00AM

February 2014

I awake in a hot sweat,
baseboard roaring, windchill flooring those
brave enough to exit their homes…

Savior

October 2014

I’m a firm believer
that inside us dwells a self savior,
a guardian appointed to our soul by its owner,
our…

Bleeding Hearts

There’s a bleeding heart in the garden; how appropriate.
All my lines are crossed, wishing to eliminate the permanent marks you’ve…

Unconventionally So (Little One)

You are an inspiration if I have ever seen one,
all trussed up,
and messy,
and well put apart.

Window Frame

All I can hear is the rain
pattering softly on the leaves of plantain lilies
outside my white wood framed window.
Combined with the last of the season’s crickets
dying out with summer’s end,
I’m dragged into a trance
my heartbeat slowing,
pupils dilating.

Forget Me Not

Twisted petals of forget-me-nots
leave calloused hands unheld.
Dreaming days are never over,
not with love-laced words witheld.
Sky searching, soul stripping virgins
hoping God will say his grace.
Shining reflections of evergreens
imprint the image of Glory’s face.

2121 Paulding

I inhaled.
With the air, I breathed in the scent of time gone by.
I breathed in Morris Park in the spring.
Blooming trees in front of 2121 Paulding Avenue,
Green, lush, full.
I gasped for the warmth of the sun,
the pungent smell of the neighboring train station
the deafening sound of the subway bringing…