Tuesday, December 28, 2010


I saw them in the movies
my Mom told me seams
must always be straight

I wasn't allowed to wear
stockings until I was way
past eight, garter belt rose

I slid those stockings over
my toes, one foot then the
other, worked them up

my legs encased in hose
silky sheen no seams
milky white above

December Flock

White ibis fly west at sunset
over my head in V formation
bellies scarlet reflect

Tuesday, November 30, 2010


Like through the pines
whisper, keep your voice low
keep excitement in check
keep ire in check
keep yourself quiet
no one wants to hear
don't even

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Let Me Be The One

Let Me Be The One

Let me be the one
who always lied to you
because that is what
you wanted to hear

Let me be the one
who always lied to you
so you would love me

Let me be the one
who always lied to you
be the last to escape
from the web

Wednesday, October 13, 2010



Muddy drooping staircase
purple gourd hangs from
a hook in its bitter mouth
sounds extract a chill
doll children all frightened
they'd only come to pluck treats
their eyes glossy round
terror on their kissed faces
inside the gourd he works
a microphone

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Small Beauty


Lacy spider web
iridescent water gems
privilege to see

Cherry Blossom


love dances on breeze
cherry blossom bud explodes
delectable fruit

Beneath Golden Leaves


beneath golden leaves
tiger preys on innocence
scream shatters silence

First prize January 2010 haiku competition
Poet's of the Palm Beaches

Friday, July 9, 2010

During the Day

Dust motes down
seen only in slants
sun carves its way
through the day

We wake, rise from
horizontal slowly
move through our
shower, shave


down dust motes
seen only in sun
carved slants
through the day


Creole stew
chocolate skin
pepper peeled
chopped fine
garlic minced in
vegetables potted
great amalgam
oysters, shrimp
shorebirds, grasses

will we do?


Have a Desert
outside the Oasis

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

I Have Always Known

I have always known
the whole, yet I look away
prefer to mire down, why
why, for I hate the mire

I blame it on many things
rightfully so, in the end
it comes down to me
I have always known


Only the twig knows
just one leaf spiraled away
it was her child

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Like Georgia O'Keefe

I cry skeletons
bleached at a cracked
red dirt mud hole
visions etched in my face

I've got the blues and I like it
sing it to me Ray Charles
stroke my keys bay be
but I know I must leave

for the blues train your
brain: an addiction
caught in the trap of misery
where I no longer want to be