Friday, October 21, 2016

Again my unquiet mind asks
Is there anything
Here worth saving?

Wednesday, September 28, 2016


Overwhelmed by the
Terrifying potential,
Hope tramples my fear

Sunday, September 25, 2016

No troubadour

Photographs and memories
Things I look upon to see
How damaged I've become
But will I always be?

Friday, September 9, 2016

Phantom limb pain

The part of me that died
The glow behind your eyes
The warmth I used to feel
The worth I hoped was real
The love that burned within
This aching phantom limb.

Friday, August 19, 2016


So much to say,
My words still churn 
But there’s no way
To ease this burn
For you can’t know
About my pain
To see you clear
And feel the stain
Our history’s shade
And lover’s crime
I’d burn it down
To make you mine
Instead I pine
And deign to play
My lesson learned
I fade away.

Tuesday, August 16, 2016


My silence offended
My words saddened
And my touch hurt
How else could it end
But with tears and pain?

Monday, August 8, 2016


Some hurts do not heal
Some wounds never seal,
Some blood will not dry
Some loves refuse to die,
When we start we cannot know
When we fail then time will show.

Saturday, August 6, 2016

The Grim

No happy ending
Nor any ever after,
Just pain and failure.

Saturday, July 9, 2016


Drowning pain in laughter
Dwindle to a roar
Fear of what comes after
Less is ever more

Tuesday, July 5, 2016


This longing in my heart
Disquiet in my soul,
I am beside myself
Even in my decay


Absent from my life
But dwelling deep in my heart;
This love will not die

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Catch and Release

Little fish swims away
Lonely fish wonders why
Loveless fish musters out
But never learns to say goodbye,

Tired fish continues on
Tranquil fish accepts his loss
Tarnished fish will slowly heal
Although he feels like so much dross,

Cautious fish will swim alone
Canny fish can learn from pain
Careworn fish has lost its luster
With the lessons he will gain.

Monday, May 23, 2016


Was it me that broke us down
And dragged our future in the dust?
Was it me with all my faults
That could never win your trust?
Was it me so sad and blind
That I could not see us apart?
Was it me in all my hubris
Thinking I could hold your heart?

Thursday, May 5, 2016


Who is the moth 
And who is the flame?
The wounded are walking
While loving in vain,
Am I the scorpion 
Or maybe the frog?
Failures still haunt me 
And I hold the flog,
I slip and I stumble
I cannot keep pace
In dreams I still carry
Some semblance of grace.

Wednesday, May 4, 2016


Finding you
Loving you
Losing you
Lamenting you 

Saturday, April 30, 2016

Cause & effect

When masochism
Is matched by insight,
Despair is the only outcome.

Monday, April 18, 2016


In love until you love again
Yet unable to love anew:
The quandary of the lovelorn.

Monday, April 11, 2016

The fool

My last thought every night
My first wish upon the dawn;
A tarnished heart still hopes

Monday, March 21, 2016


Love is like a red, red rose
Held by tender hands,
Blood runs down upturned stem
And drips upon the sands,

Love is like a red, red rose
Slowly turning black,
The petals like the pages
Of a bleak almanac

Love is like a red, red rose
Spilled upon the stone,
The only message held therein
You're going to die alone.

Sunday, March 20, 2016


I worry at this pain
Like a dog with a bone:
These two gaping holes in my heart
Will not heal.

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

So here it goes:

I'm posting this here because, like with my splintered heart, I have that writer's need to get my words out, but I'm too proud, private or cowardly (take your pick) to post it in a more public forum.

/rant on/

I find it so discouraging and tiresome, the way we demonize others for the choices they make.
Every time I hop onto FB I see someone I know stating, essentially, "if you're supporting/voting for Candidate-X then you're a bad person and can't be my friend."


I have a number of issues with this.
The first is simply a matter of choice. People who engage in this behavior are no better than those whom attack others for religious beliefs. The bottom line? People can vote for whomever they want. That's sort of the point, right?
I didn't vote for president Obama.
Most of my family did.
Likely all of my academic friends did.
I didn't feel the need to disparage them for their choice.
I didn't threaten to leave the country when my candidate failed to win, or accuse Obama supporters of trying to ruin the country.
FYI I voted for Barr, the Libertarian candidate.
And I was heckled by family members as having wasted my vote. But here's the rub: it wasn't wasted. It was my vote. Sometimes we fight the fight, play the game, or run the race even though we have NO chance of winning. Partaking in the event, the effort, is the nobler part. Being a productive and involved member of a democracy (or more accurately, a democratic republic) is not a destination; it is a journey. And like with most journeys, there is no one path.

This brings me to my second point. All of you people whom I love, railing against the choices of others (the present favorite is Trump of course but it could be any of them), do you really think that the worst president out of this motley collection of career politicians will spell cataclysmic doom for our country?

He or she will not.
Because our country, for all of its flaws, is stronger than that.

Everyone is getting so irate and wound up over rhetoric and campaign promises.
What is it about election years that turn the most educated and savvy citizens into 12 year olds reading spiderwebs at a country fair?

Just because it's written down somewhere doesn't make it true, accurate, or even plausible.
And when it's something a politician is saying...on a presidential god, don't be so naive.

All of you folks who truly believe Trump (assuming he wins) is going to build a wall around this country and kick out all of the illegals and clearly have a poor grasp of both the powers of the president, and the way the government works.

Likewise, all of you folks who fear that Clinton (assuming she wins) is going to pass unilateral gun laws and send the FBI and Marshals to come and take your are similarly confused.

Sanders can promise to make (assuming he wins) all the wealthy folks in our country turn over half of their annual income to the Dept for Better Education and Shinier doesn't mean it's going to happen.

By all means, continue to gobble up all the media bites, celebrity endorsements and condemnations.

Just maybe, every once in a while, pause for a moment, and consider that 4 years, 8 if you've got bad-ass writers on staff, or even 12 years and 5 months if you're FDR, is not really so long a time in the lifespan of our country.

Is a politician really worth more than your bond with friends and family?

/rant off/

Sunday, February 21, 2016


She is moving on
And yet I am standing still:
A broken down heart.

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

In your eyes

And so it ends as it begins,
Just a collection of my sins.

Monday, February 8, 2016

My pain seeps slowly
From my core to the page thus
My heart's blood is read

Thursday, February 4, 2016

At times despite
All of life's light and gloss
All I can see and taste is my loss

Monday, February 1, 2016

'Round the sun we dance
And across the globe she roams,
Her smile sings with joy

Monday, January 25, 2016

On the subject of Crow

I woke up morose
Then I wrote a new haiku,
Not really that good



Hard to lament loss
When you are not even sure
You deserved to win

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

My whiskey-voiced Angel
No longer speaks to me,
She only flits in and out
Of my mind's eye
Leaving footprints and tears
In her wake.

Monday, January 4, 2016

What a strange kind of love this is
That lingers after hope has died,
Not letting go or giving up
In spite of failure and of pride,