Selected Poems
Burial
Not of bones or humiliations we lie with
thankful for the alarm of another day,
but of the squirrel who found her way
into the tube feeder, sought black oilers,
their seedy scent, the way the apple
in its sun-glow, tempted Eve. Pungent
apple-scent like the scent
of Adam himself, his skin, his hair,
maybe now I’ve gone too far, but isn’t
that what the squirrel sought there
in the feeder I filled, I hung?
Her clever mind figured the lid off,
reckoned a way to the manna there,
the way the man whose elbow rested
confident on his knee as he flicked
ashes from his cigarette, whose music
lined his walls alphabetically, whose love
of mysteries pulled me from my marriage
into a conduit of seed, no
consciousness of how deeply the tube
held food or what might be at the end—
no end at all. Dug in, I consumed
my way to the bottom, found myself
trapped. She died there. Suffocated.
When all she wanted was to be fed.
Another Field
Yes, I too
want
another field
on a summer
day - a blanket
our skin
water
the motion
and rhythm
of bees
Links to Selected Poems
Tartara, The Prince of Dance A&U Magazine, March 2018
Truth Be Told The Michigan Poet
Morning A&U Magazine, February 2018
Test Trials A&U Magazine, February 2018
Drum Circle Halfway Down The Stairs, 2016
On The News Hours Cumberland Review, 2016
Feeding the Birds Poets 4 Paris, 2015
Days of Awe Jewish Journal, 2015
Returns Sugar House Review, 2013 (The Sound of Sugar)
Without The Montucky Review, 2011
Harmonic Palettes Oakwood, 2010
A Pheasant is Crossing I-75 North of Grayling Bear River Review, 2008-2009
Assisted Living RATTLE, Summer 2008
Row Boat Albatross, 2008