Words hold her steady in the dizziness of descent. “Circumstance” was the second place winner of the 2018 Hamden (CT) Arts Commission  Poetry Award, co-sponsored by the Hamden Symphony Orchestra. The staircase leads down from the Nieuwe Kerk (New Church) in Delft, The Netherlands.  

New Year’s Eve

  truant clocks shapeshift like lamppost bulbs—following time’s ascent: evening


  The moon’s fingernail scrapes a far away gazer’s thoughts, breaking open her mind, freeing a thousand love songs stoked with lunar dust.  


  hold a horizon lengthwise, like a pencil, like a white pine sapling    

Lost and Translation

I found these poems sandwiched between the pages of The Hand of the Poet: Poems and Papers in Manuscript, a beautiful volume of drafts and redrafts from poets like Julia Alvarez and Philip Levine, Robert Frost and Allen Ginsberg. At the time, I knew this would be an appropriate place for this little copied and […]

Moon Birds

  For the first assignment in Poetry 205, we listened as students shared a poem they loved or one that inspired, intrigued or interested them in some way. The assignment was to listen and jot down any word or phrase that struck your ear and then write a poem from the fragments. I had  a […]

Sherwood Island

Why do the branches of love bloom outward? Why do tramps seek out the solitude of the forest, only to be humbled when companions join in? The beeches reach out for us; we bloom in their sights. My truest love is you who sways with me with trees as guides.

Atoms for Peace

five +/- (6) “Atoms for Peace” graffiti seen at the Café Mondrian on the Boulevard Saint-Germaine, etched on a coppery bathroom ornament, some kind of announcement for all the little deities who have survived the smashing and orbited back to the void. The Absinthe Drinker, Edouard Manet   Atoms for Peace

Heads or Tales

5 lines, day 5   I pledge to read each day’s oncoming slaughter as a penniless dark spur opening beneath a cataclysm of daisies

Iron Skillet

  Five lines (+/-), day 4.   Iron skillet You school me with your trochees and well-oiled forgery seasoned with elbow grease so that nothing not the overnighting left overs not the knife marks not the hunger stay for long, the most anyone could ask from fire.