A night at the coffee shop (a poem)

An ekphrastic poem, written in shadorma form, inspired by Peter Juvonen’s The Jester’s Dream. On a night filled with dice and wine the jester scans the room for friendly faces amidst checkerboard parquet But all eyes look in sideways glance where maybe hides answers in disguise as cabernet and party people In a room of empty faces the [...]


The dancer (a poem)

Looks like September will be ekphrastic poem month. This poem was inspired by a painting by Lu De’an. A cold basement A Tasmanian Devil of motion in a blood-red dress The violence of her dancing bruises the air through which she moves leaving the occasional smear of blood to mark the path the saxophonist took [...]

Nothing is more broken than this (a poem)

Strayed from the challenge again yesterday, after not having written anything for a few days—or so I thought. After posting, I remembered that this poem includes overheard conversation (the bit about the generals)… Feedback howls over the square people pay no mind Some guy in the corner talks about how many generals it takes to [...]

The dark horse runs unnoticed at night (A poem)

This bit of mysteriousness emerged from somewhere… The scene of my surrender is one flight up from the sidewalk This is where I lived before the war that took you from me I couldn’t wait to leave but chose to stay My open-door policy trapped me inside I spent years here stashing away my secrets [...]

Mid-afternoon at Third Place (a poem)

Went out for lunch yesterday, after mailing in my grant application materials. This poem describes the scene shortly before I went into the book store to look around for a while. Afternoon in the hours between the lunch and dinner crowds Classical music comes from a tinny speaker somewhere Around the tables in the common [...]

No fingerprints (a poem)

Written while watching the Season 2 finale of Orange is the New Black… Fingerprints are nowhere to be found can they prove there was even a crime? The scene is vacant no signs of life What were they doing there anyway? How do ghosts get by without being noticed? (I don’t believe all that crap [...]

Saturday morning (a poem)

Now back to some regular poeting… The November 29th prompt in The Daily Poet: Day-By-Day Prompts For Your Writing Practice, by Kelli Russell Agodon & Martha Silano, is to ‘[w]rite a poem that begins with the next thing anyone says to you.’ If nobody else is around, it suggests calling somebody up, or turning on the TV or radio, [...]

Remnants (a poem)

The September 5th prompt in The Daily Poet: Day-By-Day Prompts For Your Writing Practice, by Kelli Russell Agodon & Martha Silano, is to write a poem ‘that confronts climate change, environmental degradation, habitat destruction and/or forest mismanagement’. It suggests a few words for inclusion: cage, habitat, dead, altered, destabilized, remnant, margins, mutilated. I used the words, but [...]