Tanka, free verse, lyric poems, other poetry. Full poetry compilations are collated on the Longer Works page.

hazy clouds over the trees after sunset

because if it’s any consolation,
there’s something there –
so he whispered in my ear
trailing the shadow that taunts me in the mirror,
I walked out the side door to lands we’ve lost our touch



twenty-four hoursin which everything could change —so fragile, so weak;we act as conquerors, butin hiding, depose ourselves.


amid the heat, welay on the floor, defeated —dry lightning crackles;new challenges every year,and our future still to come.

shattered asphalt

we seek to forgetall our broken promisesas the days go on;now, I wonder if everthey meant anything at all.

patterns of succession

every day that goes up in flames is a star that falls too early, a star that shines too late; poetry is a metaphor for reality, but they don’t tell you what to do when old metaphors become new truths, when ‘the earth is on fire’ becomes fact, and you’re faced with something – something…


beneath umbrellaspeople who gather, alonenow finding power;because the whole is more thansimply the sum of its parts…

living spirits

waiting for the daywhen we can meet again, Ifeel the hours pass;slipping through my fingers, thesemoments I cannot regain.

hollow men

ringing in my earsdrives out all thoughts and feelings —a river made clean;sometimes we don’t realizejust how empty we must be.

cloud cover

with no storm in sight,the cloud cover only grows —waiting for nothing;we gaze up at our own skies,searching for a better time.


gradients of lightbathe our nightly memories —never to return;I promised to let you go,and yet the known times have changed.

smoke screens

at this time of year,the hummingbirds start to danceand the bluebirds call;hidden within our cities,the patterns of yesterday.


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