Full Circle     I pray for you a million times anger and fear still bubble in my heart for you hold up a mirror to my flaws nightly wicked dreams of retaliation   anger and fear still bubble in my heart dagger of betrayal plunged deep nightly wicked dreams of retaliation no band-aid for […]

Off Road   a place where things vanish hopeless in a search for new life spin across this planet like a fireball consumer lost in a trajectory   hopeless in a search for new life discover abandoned shoe on path consumer lost in a trajectory disposable remnants of human beings   discover abandoned shoe on

For Marilyn   Canadian cousin maple leaf heart pumping love April fool teaching comedy with self-deprecation and Leonard Cohen soul songstress with sisters harmony of friends poetry of patience revealing a peak behind the family curtain epigenetic mental illness takes its toll long before the dawn of reason salvation studio paint and easel wait for

Rendezvous   You’re an angel at the party hosting effortlessly in the zone I am selfish and I am greedy Let’s find a place to be alone   In the quiet hours of morning When throngs have all gone home Will you whisper in my ear Let’s find a place to be alone   I

Finding Knees   Beauty and kindness an intoxicating ring, helpless to do anything leaning in to hear the song of the muse with my hands upon my knees   Your flesh on fire, throwing clothes, dancing naked with desire, my mouth against your belly on my knees   After all the heat was spent, we

Not Forgotten   occupying this familiar bench backpack of notebooks and pens writing down the love and loss passion reshapes a loner’s history   backpack of notebooks and pens ready like an archer’s quill passion reshapes a loner’s history soft kisses on a summer night   ready like an archer’s quill words erase and time

God Save the Queen   born American in Buffalo at the age of one taken to Canada crossing the border like a criminal in plain sight those days Canada belonged to the Queen   my mother ran away from her marriage I was baggage she left me with her parents “sorry I can’t do this

Cafe   balanced on red cushioned barstool facing homemade tomato soup hiding behind the lacquered wooden bar notebook, a glass of water and writer’s block spoon is full of hope at the boulevard cafe   warped and faded brown leather guitar case bearing a history of stickers bands no one has heard of adjusting the

Remembering the anniversary of my Grandmother’s passing with this sonnet from my book “Late Model”.   Wire Shopping Cart   Grandma’s house-paint gray wire cart trails her down St. Clair street, kerchiefed neighbors say hello as she moves from store to store. Bargaining with first name merchants she visits the same time once a week

In Memory OF…       I forgot to light a candle remembering how hard we hustled threw money at chaos sweat and tears we were both banished from the beautiful people found a bottom walking separately east and north packed synchronicity pieces of disease in a bag you healed your broken body with a working dance