Sunday, March 29, 2015
Aubade For My Father - Published in Kentucky Review 2014
Aubade For My Father
you rise in sepia
like sun through empty trees
sycamore ghost
gold words scroll across your aura
I hear them through the camera of your eyes
leather and roses - stained glass and ink
poet who never read poetry
who taught me how to see
the vanishing luminous muse
I echo you back from
borders of namelessness singing
your name in my sleep
when you return
trailing mists of morning
I will know that you are still
a watcher of the dawn
Saturday, February 28, 2015
Friday, October 17, 2014
from my chapbook, Journeys : Getting Lost
obsessed
with sky I wander
this road winds
up the mountain
my weed green hut
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Moonbathing Tanka Journal Spring 2014
Moonbathing summer 2014
Edited by Pamela Babusci
green elixir
mother’s “nerve medicine”
in a bottle
on the top kitchen shelf,
was it really my fault?
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
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