next to nothing is something

a fight over nothing

in the car in the drive through

moody. half starved

a woman lying in the road
overcome by emotions

a man rushed to the hospital 

time stops or slows and speeds up again 

false alarm

someone took a pill 

to ease a worried heart
in the rain 


ups and down

i made and gave time

for the hearts to simply open

and share the ups and the downs

and for what we were most 


i watched another good one fall 

to the death of corporate 



Hudson Bay.1922

man against polar bear
man against walrus
against dog against dog
man against winter
man against time
against hunger

no need to be
against self


the night an hour lost

on a sunday predawn

the candles liquid the

street lights glowing orbs  

in the fog i fought the bastards

in my sleep they set us back 

turning hands like clocks

i summoned source

for the great escape into



for hours 

she could not fall asleep 

he trying to keep his brother off

the streets we going to work every day they 

take time to truly listen you 

got something to say? 

what time what? 

say it!


the traveler. 1997

life changed i

free of walk and free
of talk

those i loved
who had loved me

a sunny room
i watch you start in on
your meal

a couch under a modest chandelier
time passes
a soft spot where my voice
had been

ceramic plate
eggs and a spot of ketchup
a silver fork and listen!
do not speak!

contractions expansions the hands
climbing circles round
a face

you cannot
this cannot be

pots and pans brimming
with soap. good god
are we?

good god! i am


time like a fossil

the cold mornings
wool hats and long johns the
nights beneath layers

the bite in the air the
freezing and thawing. a silence
summer would never allow

will winter be up
for extinction?

like a fossil
burns fast

reading #188 take 2!


reading #84




Twelve went out for a run at eleven only to be liquefied by noon. A group of children roaming free for the summer came across the silver tracings and got down, low to the ground, and dipped their fingers into the silt, looked at one another and laughed. They painted their faces and tracked twelve back home. Lodged in the system for good and no longer alone, twelve struck twice a day and made himself known.