Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

the vigil kept

it no longer matters
the vigil kept
fire lit
now stamped of air
i am weary of watching
for suspicious animals
who live low to the ground
mossy lock secured
done-my-time-card punched
i know a shortcut home
even the ghosts have gone to smoke
you deserve
not a moment more
but not a minute less

poetry Uncategorized

the port of messina

ruins of the fortress smolder


she has been unchained from the tyrant

freed by howling liberators


all cease to hail

the master of bloody card tricks


he fails to find grace

or coins for his dead eyes

behind unfearing ears


the man who would kill the world sure in the notion

he was the sole heir

paraded backwards atop royal donkey

steam rising from his legend

he now knows the planet is round


she tosses her ring into the bottomless pit of him


grateful for life yet to be lived

her mind races to gather precious moments from the fire

optimism kindness mercy wisdom charity

all she has learned

placed into saint juliana’s reliquary head

carried in her saddle leather


gilded war horse mounted

her rosewood eyes survey the newly lost world

she follows the light upward

embers rise from collapsing thatched rooftops

becoming stars

as they reach azure firmament


around her neck

a rosary made for the christian messiah

silver crescent moon for allah

the seal of solomon

and a piece of amber for those who know

god is the sky


riding stick lashes across time

thunderously galloping

toward the gateway to the holy land

she seeks a new jerusalem


plumes of red and orange organza

silk and chiffon

explode from her stride

the dust remembering big bang theory

as she soars triumphant

towards a goodness

unlike any she has ever known


a place where tongues speak truth

hearts are brave and upright

so that any god may love them


surrounded by those

who have paid their prayer tax

she has made her own way

to the port of messina


behold the blue sea


cerulean wishing well


and the possibility

of a heaven

that will decide

what becomes of us

poetry Uncategorized

à même la peau (next to the skin)

sweet louis

ignorant king

how crooked

is your manhood


to abolish any notion of you

amidst the terror

of your creation

we shall adopt

the republican calendar


within it

our july

becomes thermidor

no longer honoring the memory

of the fallen caesar


it is a time to destroy

superstition and fanaticism

know marie

never uttered a single word

about cake


creating a little napoleon

we eat the fire inside marat’s heart



ten-day weeks

choosing to annihilate

the existence of sunday


soon the people will forget

they ever had a religion to lose

controlling gods create common enemies


robespierre shan’t keep your head

from the national razor


we cannot save ourselves

from the undying urge

to be dying humans



i stop
to consider
the plus column
life’s gifts given
grace bestowed and exhibited
loved received
lessons learned
intuition inherited
immunity earned
via ancient dna

lately life
is all column A
universal humility
gratitude for my existence
glasses more than half full
my cup runneth over
i raise a glass for each passed away

when feet are held to fire
and your soul fails to burn
you cease to fear the
the flint and friction filled
happiness arsonists
it’s your sense of what is good
and what feels right
that burn so brightly
impervious to incendiary bombs
and tooth decay

i am lucky
i survive
i am alicia
for that
i am grateful
for knowing
for being
for breath
for the smallest things
for twin boys with blue eyes
for being secure
the bearer of joy

no fools to suffer
no mandatory litany lists
or force fed hurt
i am a stronger me
i am unswayed

thank you