Thursday, September 29, 2016


becoming old folks
was not in our plans my love
and yet here we are

Tuesday, September 27, 2016


brushes dust through air
collecting in piles of life
we can sweep away

Saturday, September 24, 2016


of the texas sky
dance loud with hot stinging dust
watering my eyes

Tuesday, September 20, 2016


builds new worlds for me
to explore every morning
walking through the yard

Monday, September 19, 2016


through the old mirror
the child likes to pretend
I cannot see her

Sunday, September 11, 2016

Darkness 9-11-01

time capsule 9-11-16

time capsule. I wrote this after the second plane hit on 9-11-01. I was unable to work on it over the next few days - It was simply too raw in my gut to reflect. I put it in a sealed envelope and wrote "open on 9-11-16" My intention was to re-write this into a poem. I find I cannot add or subtract anything. It is still too raw.

darkness (9-11-01)

the sun scatters ash
inches thick on the cool streets

ash climbs to the sun
and darkens the morning sky

I will live on for a long time
in the shadows of the city

two airplanes at right angles
to disappeared towers

past travelers trembling swirling
apparitions with lasting scents

veins humming with distant
voices marking the pavement

there is no looking back
this is truly left waiting for phrases

more remote than the years
on the other side of the earth

blood dries amid wilted brambles
in deserted solitude of wanderers

crushed brick dust explosions build
fragmented grime gardens down alleys

stone pieces float through the thick air
chewed by workers breathing lungfuls

broken glass piles up in entrances
no longer useful for escape

silence is sure yet impossible
as screams form in asphyxiating minds

struggling for breath once the airline bombs
ignored the bodies still present in the city

kneeling in prayer for survival once the moldy
smell of stone wet by firehoses dries

the engines ceased roaring and no one noticed