Selected Poems



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


another field

on a summer

day - a blanket

our skin


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