Tuesday, June 30, 2009

hi edie

early evening
a blue dragonfly
flickering in the light of dusk
making words become
in this symphony
of wind, water and creatures
in motion

Saturday, June 27, 2009

hey Al

You told me
that a city park
has a short memory
did I know
how true that would feel

Thursday, June 25, 2009

hi cathy

moments after moments
I think of friends
people and pets
wondering how they are
and what we might feel
if we shared this time
and place

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

hi Coal

In every day
I find something
that seems fruitless
like time wasted
only later to realize
its essence
for growth

Sunday, June 21, 2009


your regal grace
never changed
as I ignored your pain
thinking this place
would always be your home

Friday, June 19, 2009

hi eric w.

broad walk
cotton candy roller coaster show
trans fixation
give me salt water
and grease
in boombox motion

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

hi seth

some evenings
I sit and look at sleeping flowers
at night I dream
but can't remember what I dreamt
during the day situations unfold
and give a glimpse

Monday, June 15, 2009

hi fred

how can I pull away
from daylight that fades slowly
and water that feels like home
to conjure up thoughts
on a keyboard

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

hi ellie

the first day of summer
always begins
when routines are broken
and a new clarity

Monday, June 8, 2009

hi eric f.

each night a glass is left
with a small amount of wine
for reasons unknown
on my porch
each time a single moth has
found its taste worth
the sobering finality of life

Sunday, June 7, 2009

hi sharon

it always was an easy decision
to get in a car, hop a bus
and move someplace new
say goodbye, without having to
say goodbye
and start again

Saturday, June 6, 2009

hi jim

if i told you
the amount of times someone
blows eastcoast blues in this midwestern place
you would think
the sterotype
was true
about farmers
and the avant garde

Thursday, June 4, 2009

hi travis

I saw your face
and it was so familiar
but in the formal moment
everything becomes an act
about the moment

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Philip K

Lost cat zen teacher
masked wrestler garage sale
find salvation crime alert
I heard CEO use the phrase
old school
and bullheads get eaten
yes so much exists
without me believing in it

Monday, June 1, 2009

hey pam

you know that line
you hear at weddings
about not being a child
or thinking childish thoughts
it's somewhat disturbing
because that spirit
is what it takes to survive