I’ve always found love works this wayBefore it strikes the highest peakBlows out and sinks my last desireIt hints at heat … More
Category: Time
About You
Of course it must be “you” Even though I think of your ashes As a collection of what you were … More
Rise
Legs crossed, they sat bent over the creaking teak table, the top worn from years of scrubbing. The fare was simple, … More
On the Clock
The catch is always just one slip upIt fits as an apt prescriptive descriptionI’m what I’ve become so here I … More
Not Yet
That first time, more than 40 years nowHow many clock ticks like soft background musicFor the streaming rush of words … More
Omega Watch
KnockHemingway starts Knock Knockthe germ of your joke Knock Knock KnockPoe’s living hereDylan’s singing about heaven’s door Knock Knock Knock … More
Hang Up
It’s amazing how the internet white pagesList cell and landline numbers going back ages I would try the most recent … More
Pistol Smoke
No more energy to fire as age can’t musterConscious any pin could mean a poppingLost all rabid zest to carry … More
A hui hou (Until we meet again)
The last time I heard Hawaiian music in WaikīkīIt was a quiet night at Blue Note before the pandemic struck … More
Time’s Slow Fade
That former love’s words recalled moreIn bits and pieces like lyricsOf a song recalled less and lessHer face shimmers further … More
A Self-Effacing Beauty
Not just another pretty faceOr boasting of looks other women should mimicTaught at a young age to value nothing by … More
Time Travel
I want to call herWith words I’d say hoping maybeAre warm enough to reachNow back to then and break the … More
There Went the Neighborhood
It is a large party. My neighborhood is a quiet one. Usually. But tonight valet parkers – valet parkers — … More
Honolulu Passing
My city takes place before meEvery day of my lifeA show me and tell meI have a hard time rememberingCan’t … More
Saved and Spent, Saved and Spent
As the wave laps outOver the pane of sandThe moon reflects momentarilyPerfect and round mirrored There is a soundAfter the … More
Home
She liked riding the bus. The anonymity. Being by herself. Not being recognized was a good thing. Not having to … More
Days Short
I’ve watched them from where I sitThe ghosts of summer runningThe children fresh onceGrown and gone rainbowssplashed to gray laughterSplit … More
Love Lost
The last act of taut bodiesLearning only love’s strain Some miscomprehensionIn the dark aftermath They count starsTwinkling indifference From a … More
The Last Time
Neil Young was playing. The Comes a Time album. Sipping a beer, he stared into the fireplace and saw her face. Young did that … More
The Last One
The bud, pristine, sat there unopened. If you talk to plants, they’re supposed to hear you. That’s what Helen … More
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