Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Words of Michelangelo

Noting intellect, or lack 
of such a notion 
in our humanity, here 
I have chosen to portray
the intellect 
so nearly exchanged 
between God and Adam.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Sleep's Eve

A plump Red,
born from blossoms
and bulging by sun-scorch,
now sags from singed
rusty leaves and slither-hymns
of trees on the Eve of
snow-graves and sleep.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012


Soon is an aloof.
Further, too, is aloof.
Clutching scales put all
open in dash
in regard.
of damaged, of
of sole strange;
all through wavers
Aloof is a further
too tolerant.

Sunday, October 7, 2012


i am                                            in my head
shaping my eyes to greed         i drop my breath
and obviously                            i am
not                                             the only one who cannot breathe
completely                                 to save myself
in vain

Wednesday, October 3, 2012


An abrupt silence
reached across the windowsill
and flew off
like frightened starlings,
foreboding words
trembling limply in my hand.

--A Found Poem with elements 
from Chaim Potok's In the Beginning