Thursday, December 31, 2009


out with the new
an in with the old
lets countdown

Monday, December 28, 2009


I witness
those seeking the thrill
of ice covered jumps
and those who would rather

Sunday, December 27, 2009

hey eric

my last minute
was spent
and protected from the sounds
of wind
and traffic
with you
giving instuctions
I didn't quite follow

Saturday, December 26, 2009

hi daisy

A train wreck
usually accompanies
great expectations
yet your paws
dreaming of fresh snow
and lively play
somehow delighted
my destructive mind

Friday, December 25, 2009


I love
the moments
of geniune beauty
and errie

Wednesday, December 23, 2009


So much for the
homey images
of candles being lit
gifts being opened
through frost windows
of desire

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

caged women
never excited me
and ambiguety
is almost
a way of life
as a man
in a mans world

Monday, December 21, 2009


visited the post office
filled with people
sending out the last envelope
money order
for delivery
while darkness prevailed

Sunday, December 20, 2009


paper airplane
flying briefly
into a fire

Saturday, December 19, 2009

hello Frank

Parallel lines
always fascinate me
I imagine them
running the globe

Friday, December 18, 2009


when I look
into familiar eyes
its hard to know
what has changed
how time
has aged what's
and what
wounds haven't healed

Thursday, December 17, 2009

hi micheal

I can do nothing but laugh
at those shadowy
laughing figures
embedded through memory
still making fun
and calls us names
what we believe to be
free will

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

I never remember
enjoying the cold
but I'm longing
to feel the earth frozen
so deep
that it keeps
the smells of life
behind its barrier
till spring

Saturday, December 12, 2009

redbricks concrete walk
dawns orange glow
winters gentle chill
and stories
tucked into my skull
escaping through my heart
as I breath
and walk

Monday, December 7, 2009

on this monday
for so many years
the tradition was
as it was
now it is
what it is
and still a beautiful moment

Saturday, December 5, 2009


this mornings light
was the kind of light
that you see the first day
of a journey
being somewhere new
a glow
in soft crispness

Thursday, December 3, 2009

its not easy
to be nostalgically
or living abstractly
in a hallmark
when reality bites
cyber mind

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

hi wing

On a cloudy cold
not quite white december day
I think of fatigued Santas
on display
in janitor supply windows
and muse
of moments time stopped
giving kindness its moment
and some unknown soul bought
that black and white television
for my broke ass
on a lovely winters day

Tuesday, December 1, 2009


woody allen
plays to Lou Rawls
while Lou sing a sweet
lament to Princess Tohsi
In old Byzantine
history was soon to be recorded
jaco Pastorius muses
Richard Prior
and 1933 was
one hell of a year

Sunday, November 29, 2009

hey eric

tonight a black line of crows
rising like smoke
flew overhead
while I biking home
against the current
of their wings

Saturday, November 28, 2009


a story
can be told through pictures
and words
but what in them is true

viva Delancy st. 1984

Friday, November 27, 2009

hello hello

the time
of utter confusion
endless advertisements
smiling children women and men
plastic crap
making me feel secure
and uncertain

frankford ave 1984

Wednesday, November 25, 2009


on thanksgiving
i sense the bustle
of people moving
to touch kin
and feel comfort
from it

holland,pa 1985

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

hey jermaine

like waking in the middle
of a dream
that's disturbing
i noticed a desperation
in faces
that I could not change
with a simple smile

Monday, November 23, 2009

hey lino

a hard line
defines me
or maybe defies my vague
with universal form

Sunday, November 22, 2009


under the bridge
was written
on the pillar
while fish jumped
and the authors darling humped
her from behind
it was quite touching
for this kinda thing

Saturday, November 21, 2009

hi masa

a graceful dance
like running my hands on silk
yet with an empty head
it is all there

Thursday, November 19, 2009

hi natalie

the window
while my fortune reads
Storms Make Oaks
Take Deeper Root

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

hey eric

I almost don't want to send
you this card
or title it something witty
but then I would question

Tuesday, November 17, 2009


given that today
went by uneventfully
with some unpleasant ripples
I laid on the ground
and drank its last

Monday, November 16, 2009


when something goes missing
the thought of going
in time
and having it again
is unimaginably

Sunday, November 15, 2009

hi mike

health care reform
wars going on
peace prize winners
and losers
all but consume
the chilly night air
in neons awareness

Saturday, November 14, 2009


life in a bubble
insulated through comfort
and control
yet pain and
heartbreak still exist
...only remedy
is to get out

Friday, November 13, 2009


dragging glass negative
to the midwest
them sending them
home with you
to do the work
discovering what would most certainly
have been lost
is just one story

Thursday, November 12, 2009

hi Pat

mysteries of past lives
for purposes
I can somewhat guess
a person took time
to lay a plastic flower
and hung wreathes
on the graves
at pioneer and soldier

Wednesday, November 11, 2009


walking in your path
with the animals
you love
was a gift

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

hey alex

I often wonder
only serene landscapes
can conjure in some

Monday, November 9, 2009

hi laura

sometimes when the seams rip out
on all you've built
cursing flimsy construction
gives way
to untold exploration

Sunday, November 8, 2009


when the economy was booming
we lived with a dark
not far from home

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Thanks Barnaby

My sugar skull
gazes at Persephone
post dead saint samhaim
a weeks gone by

Friday, November 6, 2009

perhaps when a
time space continuim
Nora's partrons will
mix with stairmaster
and be utterly confused

Thursday, November 5, 2009

hi sheri

Today I heard
your sketches
were made by observing
the streets
on you bicycle

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

a morning walk
and recognizing again
all the trees that stand still
through winds
cold and hot
light and darkness
standing strong

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

hey craig s

automatonic revolt
inercia is a
cruel box of fear

Monday, November 2, 2009

hey bruce

the first postcard I wrote
felt liberating
to say what I felt
in a instant
remembering names
remembering faces
reminding me I'm home
somehow that has changed

Sunday, November 1, 2009


gorgeous, dim and vibrant
was the day
you walked
into the voids
lush isolation
and found comfort

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

hi tara

this past journey
had road signs
and purchases beneficial
to a cause
I couldn't neglect my sad
reflecting ambiguity

Friday, October 23, 2009


I noticed it today
in the tiny bobbing
on clear lake waters
and on the wet grass
traveling creatures
with different energy

Wednesday, October 21, 2009