POETRY PACIFIC

Skeletons Buried beneath layers of muscle, inscribed with words in black ink, secrets that no one can see or know.  Discernment— a f...

The Wind Stops Sometimes the wind stopped after dark and stars shone among the pine's branches, winked into existence and out again...

World’s End             Written while hiking in Hingham, MA at the reservation “World’s End” on December 21, 2012—the day    that the Maya...

Seasons Quartet       • ice glitters on bare branches radiance startles  blinds dazzle of insight      • cherry blossoms in spring rai...

Says the Angel to the Body Before dawn’s slow encroachment  my shape descends to take you altogether – so wholly, love, your body a bur...

The Heart of a Lotus A summer lotus ready to bloom, Is a heart wrapped in worries Who can peel off the wrapping petal by petal Who can ...

iHooyeau supposing Darwin was right it did take as long as one million years before apes became what we are, gradually and passiv...

Early Morning Riser  Wakened at Three thirty in the morning Thup thup thup of rotors Police helicopter overhead Walk to the window Lo...

GLUTTONS The gods of our land are gluttons they eat dreams, drink hopes then excrete diatribes for propriety to feast on They milk th...

invisible. walking thru busy streets parks, shopping malls checking out all the pretty girls like a dirty old bastard undressing them ...

6 o’clock Sunlight crawls along the street, picking out grass blades between the long shadows the trees cast, until the last of it dis...

Six Questions If every day the white light burst From the coded depths of things, If the sun rose endlessly On the shorn horizon, If...

MALIBU BEACH This day when the clouds lifted When sun weak and pale filtered through                              storm grey clouds Sea...

ELIZABETH ANN  I remember when we came here  To this park and lake  And strolled and talked all afternoon.  Don’t let me cry ...

- - Word Problems - -  Question 1.) Eastford and Westford are 260 miles apart. If Train A leaves Eastford and heads toward Westford go...

Gentle Gentle, Come gently to the door Where man may lose sight Of the whispering candle glow. Come gently, lest the wind Of your own...

Walking at Day’s End Explain to me how the sea Puts parentheses around the years Since my father held my waist, We jumped the waves, A...

Restoration You’ve carried the plan since the days of your youth, always knowing this day would come, this moment in time for reparat...

Thanksgiving  Poem Not Norman Rockwell but near enough: women in the kitchen with mincemeat pies men at pinochle around the dining room ...

Corrosion There’s rust inside this dream. What is known, what is not. It’s morning now, flat light through cracks.  Somehow your lips,...

Bonaire  My dream of heaven is the island of Bonaire; no other place, just there. * God, revealed, would be at one with the weather:...

COTTAGE Tiptoes and whispers Family shuffles In depth of night Summer morning Enshrined in chintz Picture views Water-colours And i...

Advice for Poets  To get a poem published in this Muse-forsaken age, When formless, rambling blather is clearly all the rage, You nee...

                    The Madman Returning to the home planet was my choice.  Maybe not a good one.  Just curious to see if things had c...

Crowing subsides Damp still, sun’s rays trapped in the womb of monsoon clouds; As if the morning star was too circumspect to break thro...

THE OTHER Inside Central Park, within the Wildlife Center, the other watches Japanese snow monkeys from a distance, & embraces ...

Wood I work with pliant wood as the plane curls shavings to the floor like prayer rakes anger from my speech. I shape, knowing all w...

NEW ESTATE ON THE WAY I know what the signs mean. Bright orange splashed on a tree is like a middle age's plague sign. Except every...

Imitating bees Each bee does a predetermined chore That is never considered a bore. Thus bees are strictly slaves to the core; So, what...

ON THE THRESHOLD Long ago you painted a picture for me of a house with purple walls somewhere between the city and the beach. I had cl...

My Teeth Fall Out    My teeth fall out that was quite a whack but that's ok I'll just but them back EveryBody Has a Name  ...

A KNITTED DAY One morning I woke with the sun wearing my face and I knitted until all the dropped stitches and the joining ends were n...

I.   Aerobics 101 Isn't there some law             about the conservation                           of energy? II. Net ...

Glass Jars In Root Cellars What good is it to open jars long-sealed on cellar shelves? Rimmed in dust, and encrusted in spider eggs? ...

Pale The white bark dissolves in fog. Osmosis almost takes the watchful eyes off trees into thicket air. The fall-leaf confetti float...

Benediction American Rural (In conjunction with Rachmoninov’s Hymn of the Cherubim) Sweet glycerin of evening descending in...

the erratic sounds of pencil shavings i watch the boy throwing dreams, like bad stars slamming into the crystal ocean, creamy sand revea...

Alone First there's door sounds Opening       in the distance then the whoosh of closure closed the silence holds your breath h...

THE UNMOVED MOVER  The shadow in the woodshed sees without being seen, hears without being heard, touches without being touched.  ...