Equinox:  September 22, 2017 . . .

Fomalhaut  "is sometimes called the Loneliest Star."
Fomalhaut  "shines in the sky all night long during the autumn months."
Fomalhaut  "appears in a part of the sky...largely empty of bright stars."
Fomalhaut  "is sometimes called the Loneliest Star."

(Formalhaut, a "found poem". . .my remix of  "Star of the Week: Fomalhaut" )


Some Lines from My Poems  . . .



No two alike: scraps from old nightgowns, 
strips of rags, frayed baby blankets, outdated ties.

Wadded to begin with, then wound like yarn
until there is no more. 
Utterly useless, she explains, but the children love them. . . .

"Rummage Box" Survive & Thrive: A Journal for Medical Humanities and Narrative as Medicine, volume 3, issue 1, 2017




 

Gnats cling to flimsy screens from the outside,
pricks of light in the moon museum's fake infinity room.


"Barrier Breaths" U City Review 2016








On a fir tree, low hanging, a pale bluish berry.
Hoping for a scent of juniper,
I scratched its fogged surface: nothing.

"Waiting for Juniper" Blue Fifth Review 2016




Every little instance holds a tidbit to pass on.
When driving on a winding road,
always point straight toward the curves.



"Morgan" New Verse News






No need to be really chewed.
Imagination does the deed.

"All Versions Are Subversions" Blue Five Notebook 2015



Swimmers unite! Make way without maps.
Floor plans of unity create a shifty security



"Without Ropes" UCity Review 2016









At first a pluckable fruit, the sun
spins into forbidden,
an unbearable white disc


"Progressions" Heron Tree 2015







On opposite sides of their cells, their walls,
one knocks, one answers.
Sundown, they seem to holler



"What the Old Will Do"
Survive & Thrive: A Journal for Medical Humanities and Narrative as Medicine 2015