So Much Depends

A poem

so much depends
upon
a glossy black 
fly
bold as a revol
ution
sitting on a white
liar

New Moon

Ode to Kamala

Ode to Senator Kamala Harris

Thoughtless

a sonnet mourning the death of thought

Fires In Our Guts and Hearts

Sigh. Guess I am a Demon Rat,
And not a Trumpeteer
Rodents, screeching, in our brains
And yet, what can you…

…but no, not me, not ever

a poem

phones and bowls