Light on the Water

Light on the water

illumines forevers,

the blessed knowing

more follows this moment.

The Shadow We Cast


I am Watching a Small Flying Insect

I am watching a small flying insect
trapped inside my house.
Confused and clumsy,
he searches for sign posts,

reasoning his whereabouts
through large panes of glass.

Spotting the place from which
he became airborn,
piloting a freedom,
now suddenly withdrawn,

a complex presence,
for whom I open a door

and grant the whole outside.
While I wait for a thank you,
he bites me, you know.
I am the reason he flies.

The Book

The Book

Night Kitchen

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Still Lives

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The Innocent


It fell from the sky

and hit me.

I was walking my path,

and then dead,

warned too late

of the weight in the thunder.


And all of nature quieted,

to reflect

on my life’s meaning,

so arbitrarily claimed.


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