Tuesday, November 6, 2018


They shout, throw 
halos at your broken feet 

your children 
on  fire, as the still-new

century sloughs its 

Thursday, October 18, 2018


I am of two minds. No, one. No, two. Yes, two. Or three ...

I should be president dragging a mighty incoherence like this around all day --

I visit a toilet in despair.

Tuesday, March 27, 2018


14 for Mr. James Joyce

O such
a suet
day it was,
such a
one as
this one was.

Monday, March 26, 2018

A fragment from fffFrom

the quality of light 緑釉陶器 at dawn, that mystery -- I am undone

Saturday, March 24, 2018

MARCH in honor of Ozai and Tanaka

Snow fell last night

I wear three coats walking 

Saturday, December 9, 2017

December Poem - No Snow On Ground

The moon in the clear sky

I can see my shoe

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

In November One Goes to the Library

for E.P.

And maketh an elegant coaster
for a coffee mugh

Thursday, November 16, 2017

My collection COLD HOUSE is now available for purchase from Espresson-chapbooks of Toronto, Ontario, Canada.


Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Nothing Here, Move Along, Pal

The Kitchen Table, a Laptop, Various Scrawls

Spent morngnag in beatufil disarray
then went outside
like a carny to throw
an ax into its beautiful prupose. [sp?]
Cold. An autumnal clay. Dear Diary,

I want to be a normal man 
who wears a hat when bombs rain.
For example, Jack Spicer.

Sunday, October 29, 2017

A Sneak Preview of My Newest Collection

Sunday, September 3, 2017


You helped him with his coat.
You handed him his shield.
He asked for seven feathers 
To consecrate his boat.

Commentary:  The coat represents piety, the shield protects and is therefore an essential figure that appears whenever disease or natural disaster rules the day; the feather indicates the angelic, that state of being that connects the divine to the vital and the fallen, the boat is a kind of car that traverses the life-giving energies of water, so that here the vehicular prepares its transformation from a lesser mode to the sacred. Like all things in life, death is the shadow that attaches sorrow to joy. The banner waves in bright light beneath dark clouds. The above connects what is petty to what is vast, enduring, and at final peace.