Wednesday, November 9, 2016

November 9, 2016

this unreal morning
the squirrels and the coffee
don't know - all has changed

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

waiting for the process
scan in progress completion --
til now, no threats found

may it be so too
tomorrow and all nights
forward for us all

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Joe had to lose a trump to the Queen

a found poem
(Daily Bridge Column by Frank Stewart: 9/27/16) 

You hold:
Your partner opens one heart,
you respond one spade and he rebids two hearts.
What do you say?

The deal appears to be a misfit.
Your partner surely has a six-card heart.
He has shown minimum opening values
and may have no tolerance for spades at all.

When you have no trump fit, stop bidding.
Both sides vulnerable.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Friday, August 19, 2016

there is no reverse
for birds, only forward flight
in all types of sky

Thursday, June 30, 2016

friends gather around the screen
leaning in and giggling
to keep a secret

amid pastel animal prints
by children that double
as advertisements

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

New Growth

fruit born
from seeds long sown
in this everchanging garden

brings grace
to our quaking leaves
and hearts

Thursday, March 24, 2016

start now to do what
is right in your heart
now right do start

Thursday, May 14, 2015

your journey is not my journey
though your struggles mirror mine.
be strong and persistent to the end.

Thursday, May 7, 2015

books are better
than diamonds when rain
falls at last

Sunday, May 3, 2015

kirtan kavannah

the entire earth
and not self

breathe in foul
hold and transform
breathe out ahava

oozing and coating
the neighborhood city earth
in sweetness

peanut butter and jelly on rye
holy holy holy
surrounds and fills

Monday, April 27, 2015

midday confusion may give way
to compassion if patience is served
in a water glass with lemon

Sunday, April 26, 2015

sitting across from blackness
in armbands, blackness professing love
on the back of a book receipt

inky oblivious blackness
lonely as a cloud in loud calligraphy
slow motion come back for more

Tuesday, January 6, 2015


They would transport photoless false identity cards (they would not know how many they were carrying) from Vilne to Hrodno, a routine trip. They would make contact in three days (they would not know their contact's name), which would give them time to pack carefully. They would make their way through Ponar, using the skills they’d been trained in and their own cunning, and head south. Both sisters had Aryan features and would be dressed as Aryans in kerchiefs, and both would speak German, which they had learned as children from their grandmother. Even when they were two alone, speaking to each other, they would speak German to eliminate a possible error of intuition or habit (they would not know who was listening). They packed their rucksacks together, sharing where they could and providing advice, one to the other. The older would carry the hairbrush and tooth powder; the younger took both extra pairs of bulky wool socks. In the morning, each would receive a starless coat and a packet of life to hide under her skirts, and they would walk away into the unknowable woods.

Friday, January 2, 2015

I Did Say Yes

found poem from "The Wreck of the Deutschland" (part the first)
by Gerard Manley Hopkins

O at lightening and lashed rod
the swoon of a heart
astrain with leaning of, laced with fire
fled with a sling of the heart
to the heart
from the flame to the flame then, tower

soft sift in an hourglass
kiss my hand
lovely - asunder
out of bliss springs the stress felt
hushed by, hearts are flushed by
the faithful waver, the faithless fable

only the heart being hard at bay
is out with it
brim, in a flash, full!
Thou art lightening and love
and fondler of heart
dark descending

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Poem Without an End by Yehuda Amichai

translated by Chana Bloch

Inside the brand-new museum
there’s an old synagogue.
Inside the synagogue
is me.
Inside me
my heart.
Inside my heart
a museum.
Inside the museum
a synagogue,
inside it
inside me
my heart,
inside my heart
a museum

Mirror Year Mantra

do the work
let it go
fearless energy

Monday, July 7, 2014

pruning rosemary by moonlight,
my fingers' pungent glow
makes me miss you all the more

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

three peacocks on the lawn
eat poppies and lantana
then click clack down the lane

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

strength in secret
chooses lower case
with purpose and repeatedly

Thursday, May 15, 2014

found poem

a secretary is the person
you trust with your secrets.
But the clerk,

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Tribute's Two Sides

a gift, testimonial, compliment or the like,
given as due or in esteem; a stated sum
paid or exacted as a price of peace

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

found poem

At the moment, your dream machine is running at full strength
and conditions are favorable to get the vibes rippling out into the world.
You're about to find out how much you have done right

surrounding curves create patterns
followed by eyes, breath and sometimes fingers
in night's quiet state

Sunday, December 15, 2013

healthy children, reading
& waiting in Sunday pajamas
for French toast

a stranger's fresh grief
flows freely with awareness
of beauty and gratitude

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

partially found poem

how the internet is like a human heart:
it is a giant machine designed
to give people what they want

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

make time for truth
and do not rue
for there is no end

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

photo courtesy of NASA

can't stop remembering today
fear on the futon, life in my belly
death all around