Monday, March 31, 2008


black bowler
leather jacket
sitting cross-legged
on the street
corner, hand
on the black
dog's back
muddy paws
tucked in
black on night
sheen from the
caught like

Wednesday, March 19, 2008


Going increasingly underground, lost in his own hometown. You may see him but don't think it's him you see. Keeps walking until he finds himself again. Keeps walking. Keeps walking.

Thursday, March 13, 2008


Friday, March 07, 2008


She was tired this morning.
It was all more than she could take.
She knew she could ask for help but for the last time she went back to bed.

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Trees and tracks

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Tuesday, March 04, 2008


Sitting in his lawnchair on the front porch, wool-muffled, stargazing,
sipping hot tea, he happened to spot the silent blur
of a panicstricken black dog dart across the pine-shadowed snow.