Thursday, April 30, 2009

hi liz

whispers that sound like screams
screams that only whisper
pod seeds
that try to find tomorrow
another long day
and the next even longer

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

hi miriam

there are times
when drifting souls
understand each others sadness
and feel
refreshed by it

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Hi Isabel

How's this sound
Fresh from the yard
with the winds of powderhorn park
in every tastey bite

.50c each

Sunday, April 26, 2009

hi andy

I like that idea
of art as a whatchamathingy
a flowing thought, action
that is released like smoke from lungs
and can be analyzed for its ephemeral mystique

Saturday, April 25, 2009

hi Paul

do you remember
being aware of how you could look
act and think
or was your spirit simple
absorbed in the moment

Friday, April 24, 2009

hi Todd

Is 2012
the next 1984
or through ancient prophecy
more worthy than the ramblings
of another
paranoid writer

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

hey pete

Someone asked me the other day
if I ever photographed bands
I answered yes
but that was some time ago

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

hi Bonnie

some days
I think to put on new shoes
and have a new life
while the past fades into the distant
but inevitable it all feels the same again

Sunday, April 19, 2009

hey Dave

I searched for you name
and found it
but it wasn't your name
just 100's who had the same one

Saturday, April 18, 2009

hi laura

One evening this women
tried to make eye contact
but couldn't get past
my resemblance to Shaggy

Thursday, April 16, 2009

hi Teresa

the belly of the urban elephant
a clubhouse
a sanctuary
where adults fear to tread

Wednesday, April 15, 2009


Why can't I remember
being held in strong arms
and feeling joy
when seeing a smile

Tuesday, April 14, 2009


Did you ever dream
of running through arched doorways
of discarded gems
now a city
now a community

Monday, April 13, 2009

hi Mary Ann

did you find
the place this weekend
where the world we see
with the mysticism of living in it

Saturday, April 11, 2009

hey George

I appreciate so much
when words are not just words
but insight

Friday, April 10, 2009

hey Joe

I remember distinctly loving good friday more than easter
the sun would be blasting its heat for the first time
and we would go inside for 3 hours
to a bland, dark and wordless place
to sit and wait

Thursday, April 9, 2009

HI Ann

Back home
and absorbing the cold vibrance
brilliant full moon on the lake
good to be back home

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

hi Cassie

Lines, form
and the surprises of spontaneous
to be heard

Sunday, April 5, 2009

hi Nora

As a parent
in my child home
trying to be present
letting the moment happen
is beautiful and painful

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

hey Eric A

It seems so fitting
that todays energy
now seems to lay beneath still gray heavy blankets
focused and ready