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

Counting Days     greetings stamped labeled posted phone calls fielded and wished away viewing movies love’s lost and found eggnog too thick too sweet too good   phone calls fielded and wished away telepathic contact raises silent ghosts eggnog too thick too sweet too good empty chocolate wrappers fill the void   telepathic contact

My Love   have you forgotten me in the dust of time grey and wrinkles chill the memory that sparks from deteriorating photos once we laughed naked spooned intimacy at midnight silent human endearment   world of past and future light years away distant heart music yearning to touch once again long slow passion with

October’s Poem   faker scrounges up a cowboy outfit escapes boys descend on the three-block march dividing up Autumn’s decorated terrain for a night of treasures golden leaves kicked airborne by frantic feet heading door to door with talk of bicycles and Saturday matinees smiling pumpkins with candles map the way there is a delight