Sunday, April 15, 2012

It Rains

It Rains

Older and somewhat
immune I believe, although
never is one
from pain

It rains always
it rains and downpours
not surprisingly
heaven cries incessantly
while my tears are sporadic

A delicate life
a baby pink tiny life
given and sold
all the animals, all the graves,
the Coliseum

Michelangelo, Rome
it's no different:
here in nowhere
a tiny yard
on the earth, it's sky, a theater

I was going to add something
but there was nothing
to add this time, only
a deep sigh, a long slow
glance at the ground

at a small stand of
rock, hastily
made in spontaneous
about the meaning of objects

Sunday, February 12, 2012

'morning depression

'morning depression
I see you are already here
settled behind your desk
before I've opened my eyes.

Tuesday, November 01, 2011

Which day

Which day

another day?

black heart flown

to dilute your powerful poison

awake all night

wind your clock

it's tired

and all the boys

you've thwarted

They love you

they love you


Wednesday, August 18, 2010


Nothing at all
I just wanted to say
I was briefly illuminated
and felt you near

friends are treasure
yet I rage

makes me decidedly
and uneasy

is my niche
my cubbyhole
such a little mouse

am I.

© 2010,

Thursday, March 23, 2006


I'd rather be a man.

Sunday, January 29, 2006


In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer.
-Albert Camus

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Angels 2005

I think I just figured out what my dream job would be, photographing cemetery angels.