hundreds, hundreds, hundreds and hundreds of my poems exist in my house and journals and closets. i've been writing since 1991. this is a spot for my new poems as they come and go. a healthy amount of them are in my books.

note: check my facebook page for even more poems.

upper king
we speak the same language
the cloudbuster
alarm clock (flashing red)
haikus for ursula (1737)
rescue me from me
at the dawning ...
holding your breath
consorting with silence
dialogue with our ghosts
heartbeat songs
the movement
until the september equinox ...
something fragile
dear delilah
gemini
saturn's day
the cold light
the chrysalis
on meeting / death
it's the ghosts
the light belongs to you (for jasiri)
with luna ...
your arrival (an open letter)
what is of our experience
wayfaring (the lost and found)
our story, unwritten
the girl and our gallery
we search within (what is not lost)
dear someone
my hand, on her heart
lady phoenix
uncovering the echoes
rosemary
au fait
stirring the embers
dewdrops
golden
in the gloaming
pearls
awakened // 2
for you, i will wake
... and she is still dancing
the wizard
death in your arms
giving birth
our brief moments, forever
( )
the symphony of streetlights
life after life
the beautiful disaster
the summer of our first memory
vertebrae
mother earth
singular moments
a note about our garden
the lioness
sapphire
(the blood that runs)
the youth decay
on the 8th day
shedding skin
still life.
the bed.
she speaks in tongues
how we burn
making love with only words
open.
the overflow
between sleepless dreams
sunspots
...
soundscapes/landscapes
the soft paper cut
wishing he was colorblind
permanent wings
the strangers
terrorism
our space
heartbeat/drumbeat
birthmarks
rites of passage
sinking sidewalks
through the motions
the pulse
the death of god
reset
self-portrait (the spark)
life in layers
patchwork
dreaming out loud
and venus slips in
bones
a study in stasis
response to sarah.
purple heart.
(brighter)
he remembers.
watching her sleep
awakened
from home
carolina
night lights
the fabric of us
small talk
submerge, emerge
we are, lifelines
brushstrokes
the architect (730 days)
soft, breathless, light
the mourning, after
time (for Laura)
in the east, before dawn
the songbird.
tacit
pathways
the tapdancer
location, location
how to read a book
fridays for October
rinse cycle
searching for July
you are
rebuilding the sky
her zephyr