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My poem, Butterfly, was just published by the Green Silk Journal. Here is the poem.Butterfly This morning, I shared my garden with a butterflythe shade of Irish butter.I’d not seen its kind beforeand couldn’t help imaginingit was a sign of … Continue reading →

is in the October issue of PA Poetic Voices. Here is the poem: Genius I read in the NY Times that a nine-year-old girl played Rachmaninov on a Guarneri violin at Carnegie Hall. I chose not to share it. By … Continue reading →

Book Collecting Remember me?I haunted the locallibrary, readingany book I could reach. I would sit on a benchin the parkacross the avenueand read my stack of books and listento the birds sing.One of the bookswas a primer on book collecting.Fascinated,I … Continue reading →

My poem was just published by the Literary Nest. Here is the poem: Connections There was a time whenmy son would spend hours poringover our photo albums, patiently asking the samequestion different ways—who is he to me? He would peelback … Continue reading →

Komorebi KomorebiI take the paththrough the oak groveas quiet as a Sunday morning.It’s all uphill,and I am as drenchedas a child after baptism.The dappled lightfiltered through the leaveshas me stunned—paintedneither dark nor light,words fail it.Is thatthe originof the holy?

In the current issue of the Write Launch SaudadeOne last tripon the New Lots Linethat trundles upfrom its tunneljust as the Brooklyn neighborhoodsturn to Brownsville,turn to near ruin.The train takes the 90 degreecurve on 98th Street—where my uncleand aunt once … Continue reading →

SaudadeOne last tripon the New Lots Linethat trundles upfrom its tunneljust as the Brooklyn neighborhoodsturn to Brownsville,turn to near ruin.The train takes the 90 degreecurve on 98th Street—where my uncleand aunt once lived,and where the train’s screech mightwake the deador … Continue reading →

I have a poem in the current issue of PA’s Poetic Voices. Here is the poem: MUDDERI got 20 to 1on that donkey—Muddy Waters,who hadn’t placedin three yearsand is rapidlyheading to gluetown.It was my last fiveand I’d have to hita … Continue reading →

Published on Lothlorien Poetry Journal. early morning snow deer tracks through the apple grove my fireplace crackles