Saturday, June 21, 2014

Clouds in the River

The Housatonic carries itself to the Sound, while its riffled waters hold the sky that's right here always changing.

Friday, May 16, 2014

Black Petals

I slipped out to the moon
last night. Called Flower,
it was someone I wanted

to friend.

May 15, 2014  full moon—excerpt from my poem  "I slipped out"


Thursday, February 13, 2014

One Night

I stood at the upstairs window and threw the curtains wide. A dull light fell into the room. And there was the street, quiet and monochrome, yet it had a glow.