Monthly Archives: June 2011

The catalpa stands: an entrance guard bearing a shield of dragon scales.

The problem: She has not had a good cry in a while. Only sad ones.

On the window sill I wait: for poetry to rise and infuse me

Wrinkles: striations left after the glacier Time has flowed over us.

He roars from the right of his mouth–as if his left side is paralyzed.

Girl by the window, your profile, outlined by soft light, makes me lonely.

She poked my ribs, leaned in, shouldered me and smiled. Then, she turned and…I know.