Selected Poetry

I was shocked to see / beyond what I could touch, what I liked / so much, to the little twist, one source / of your pain.

So you, if you haven’t given me / much thought, have the clearer picture.

Hummingbirds // interrogate the feeder—a buzz / like bullets passes the ear.

Like coming upon the cliff's edge, / shocked by the height, having never / seemed to have climbed

Day broke, bankrupt, brought / only hints of morning, blue // and lunar through the / curtains.

Turning spears and arrows into sparrows / and setting them loose inside / the mirrored walls of the city’s / unerring ears.

It begins like sin / in the slow backwater and pools