This is a gathering of much of my older work, broken down in categories of stories, poetry and musings. Enjoy.
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Outside The Boundaries
It was after the passion, when you wonder what is left. I had to wait just long enough, then I wrote. Saying no hard…
My first week at Legal Aid, someone from Head Office hanged herself. Laura said she was found by a friend, another…
I am the childless child of a motherless mother. To her, to be a mother was the dream. My dream was more diffuse — a…
Love, Well Lived
In the splay of fingers tinged with jagged grey of ash, my father sifts my grandma’s fired remains.
Elegy, or, The Wife’s Lament 🥀
Her Response to Recessional — A Spoken Word Poem, With Audio
At last he descends, white bird ablaze against the blue: late afternoon aerobatics show, and all for free.
For Earth, In Remembrance, On Her Day
Inspired by an Earth Day tweet; and to remember, every day
“In my beginning is my end” * quoth Old Tom, which buds an idle wonder, what seeds pressed deep in childhood, sprung…
TODAY IS AN OPEN DOOR
Today is an open door — I hesitate for a moment, stay, uncertain, on the threshold of what is, and what may come to…
(Waiting For) The Grand Old Man Of Song
For Leonard Cohen, on his birthday — a song, with audio
Rain floats like feathers Suspended, in the air – Hovering over memories Too tender still to share.
Darlin’ I’ve done it again, said the wrong thing — though I don’t know what it is that I’ve said.
Flash Fiction 🔓
I Am The Very Model Of A Man
A Belated Sinterklaas Poem* (With Apologies To Gilbert & Sullivan)
Haiku / Short Poems 🔓
After The Fires
I went down to the wasteland And mourned for an old friend Then I wrote its epitaph (With sticks of its own ruin)
Song Lyrics 🔓
Love Song Reverie
Perched upon the door step The walls caving in You offered me a cigarette, and silence
The mind is willing but the body lets me down I’ve been here before, I’ve been here before.
And now, it seems, it’s time for me, to dream you into existence. Always, it seems, you find a way to slip right through my…
Underneath the cherry tree, Framed above in pink and blue, I dreamed away the last of springtime — Summer spreads her wings, coming all…
Caught in the Tide
Playing in the shallows, castles in the sand; squealing delight, as each wave rolls to the shore.
Pull away from the crowd — memory always speaks too loud on these streets,
The Tell-Tale Heart
My heart is broken. (The metaphor made real.) In syncopated time, it cries out loud.