Solitary and unadorned A loaf of wheat bread cools on a wire rack It began with the purchase of a five-pound bag of flour among other ingredients Though it existed in the baker’s mind long before any action was taken In a schedule with no vacancies, she creates space Her…

where will this poem go? unformed, still a spirit it will not simply be spoken into being but rather dug from the earth and shaped by careful, willing hands an image to remember the Divine yet retaining the essence of soil we will breathe into the frame and wait through…

Tonight my ocean is a pond on a golf course…

Haiku exploring creation and the inward eye

Step unto the fire escape Take a look around Strike a match for my cigarette Makes such a gentle sound All I hear inside my head Is the rain falling down You and I are better off So lost we can’t be found And time will never be enough Look…

the German Shepherd who left and took my childhood another family siloed by the fault lines of addiction curled on the floor weeping without thought or reason ​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​a sun disowned by my father while on my honeymoon the careful words of a sonographer as…

“Hi, I’m Manny. What’s your name?” The young man held out his hand “Bob,” as I shook his hand People from the street filed into the Stockton transit center to wash up for the morning “Hi Bob, can you frown?” “Excuse me?” Every part of Manny was exceptionally clean —…

I knew him only as a fellow rider of the waves Hair bleached by the sun, sculpted chest, also adopted by the ocean A brotherhood of salt and water Marked by leathery skin A small few of us loved twilight sessions at Latigo Each wave a race against light Pelican…

Today I will fly from here…