Poems

Let’s just say for one day…

It appears there is a lapsed instinct for interiority…For turning inward..

Curiosity, a naturally meddlesome impulse, taps me on the shoulder very lightly

Being trapped for years Before I was even aware of my condition I need a song now and then  To help me remember How long my deepest aches and ambitions Were held ransom  To some hand me down story Of lack and loss Only needing to hear  A trace of Read more…

When the harshness of the day…

Of late I have sought for a language of lamentation…