one week later…

November 29, 2008

I spin the can
of mixed nuts
peering into its greasy
kaleidoscope –

not a cashew
to be found

only jordans,
filberts, and peas
tumbling
in my disdain.

They are all
that remain

of the feast.

water gap

October 14, 2008


two mountains reach down
they cup the river in bedrock
eternal lovers

painting by Edward Raymes

small mansion
two warm voices
thanksgiving

dirt hut
two warm voices
thanksgiving

against a grey sky

November 13, 2007

a last leaf holds on
brown and brittle it shakes
losing small pieces