Saturday, December 31, 2011


The furniture contains the room,

Defining boundaries

Between here

And the unknown world

Where stories

Pass in waves no one

Can hear..

A woman has cleaned,

And a man defiled

This small life square

Space of gathering

And parting,

Storms and


Standing on the roof

Of a hotel,

Watching as a city

Goes dark

To make way

For the fireworks

That burst below

In this upside down

World where

The tags on our clothes

Are worn on the outside

To announce our haste.

Copyright (c) 2011 by the author

Thursday, December 15, 2011



Gathering up the darkness,
Carrying it with tentative hands,
Dropping it into box
After box,
Pushing it down
To make room
For more of same--
Depressed moments,
angry outbursts,
Tearful farewells,
Recognitions of regret,
Layers deep,
Compressed until it all fits
Inside worldproof walls,
Secured by titanium tape.
In big black letters, I write:

Copyright (c) 2012 by the author