Category Archives: The Occasional Poem

No one is noticing. You cooked dinner. You are exhausted. You can’t find the top to the cumin spice. You are fleeing your country. You saw a beautiful bird. You will not be on the nightly news. You will fall … Continue reading →

Come back. I am sorry. I was running late. Two hundred years? My darling, that’s an eye blink, barely a deposition of decay to become the oil that fuels our cars. Cars? Well, I’ll explain later. Meet me a las … Continue reading →

Pillow down silent Falls the first snow The leaf turns to winter The ravens shrug The land accepts the mantle The river takes communion

The gray man walks in in coats and coats and coats against the weather. He holds against the gray narcissus, lilies, roses.

Time is tall the cloud is mauve night will fall the plane hurls Roosters call herbs flourish dogs circle streams murmur A day grows dies trees plant A phone rings peace goes returns thunder Ferns in walls motion, hands rings … Continue reading →