"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Friday, March 30, 2012


Potatoes sweat butter
stick to charred iron
and fish fries
in hissing oil.
This is a dinner
fit for kings.

Thursday, March 29, 2012


The coffee
sits heavily
in my stomach
makes me feel
nerves tingling
the energy jitters
and fingers
collecting static.

We Find Synergy.

My heart does
double blackflip
when I think
of that day.
Arms around waists
shoulder to shoulder
flip flops clapping
on boiling ashphalt.
We walked on
our hearts
finding synergy
sweat beading at
our brows
and smiles
stretching our teeth.
My heart does
double backflip kicks
ollie off kickers
when I'm alone.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

A California Sun.

A californian sun
beats down
scorches skin
but the palm trees
seem to like it.
They sway
back and forth
on gangly haunches
with palm frond fingers
for that
flaming sphere
of glorified
california sun.

Monday, March 19, 2012

I Am.

I am
a ravenous chip eater
a stray-dog feeder
a green tea drinker
a poetic thinker
I am
a music lover
a child ducking for cover
a winter hater
a clumsy ice skater
and I am
I am
I think I'm yours.

Sunday, March 11, 2012


Shuffle the deck
cut it down the middle
and draw.
a one
in fifty two chance
that you will
get my heart.

Monday, March 5, 2012

River Neverending.

Our love is
a profluent force
a river
smooth and glassy--
water that never falters.
We have followed it,
paddled along
for a century
and still
we seek
the estuary.

Friday, March 2, 2012

A Transitory Swing.

Our lives
are transitory swings.
We are the
count down---
the one, two, three
before we fly
wind running
carresing fingers
through our hair.
And when we land
sneakers filled with sand
knees buckled
and laughing eyes
we must choose
to go again
or to stay
stay grounded.