POETRY PACIFIC

No Name Something, which has no name, something uncertain, unknown, something dark, burdens my heart, puts a weight on it like heavy rain on...

Ghost of a Photograph Gray birds fly above the shoreline Matching the rocks that jut from the waters at this unknown hour One woman gazes ou...

The Tree I heard the tree speak to me. It must have been a dream. We all know plants don’t speak. It spoke in a deep, rich voice, calm, with...

HAVING HAD HIS FILL OF JUNK BIRDS He passed his final days as he had spent much of his life, in service to symmetry, setting things right, ...

Over You are now like the creek funneling behind the path I walk.   I remember days I dumped your cans, scrubbed rings   from tables, the dr...

I've got a laptop I've got a laptop and I've got a phone But when I'm out I’m not sure where I've gone I’ve got a light ...

1. As we dread misstep on tight rope, every moment toeing the wire, forward within mind and in the moment. 2. Pin Pricks Review of Late Mig...

picnic of green papaya salad picnic of green papaya salad sunlight juices lime from chartreuse euphorbia when it begins to drizzle rainbow ...

AFTERNOON PIACHE Piache is a childish voice of tweet, of chirping. For talking or being late To the political talk in the Polisón Room From ...

This Poem Is Banned For saying what needed to be said when nobody wanted to hear it said. For telling stories out of school, naming the name...

THE VOLUME OF HIS ABSENCE Dear Lindsey, now the loneliness begins, that trough of emptiness just beneath your heart, canary caged to keep yo...

From Balconies While bodies still lie stiff in morgues, And cannot yet be burned for change, Their ash cannot blow onto tree roots Will not ...

Summer Memories Swaying waves of heat rising. On our way, it’s easy. Car ride that leads to the shore. Passenger, my feet on hot-vinyl dashb...

A Holy Prose Poem in the Key of G God Almighty, geez, good golly, and gee willikers. My good girlfriends, Gwendolyn, Grace, Gloria, and Gene...

Sleep Sleep has always come to me tentatively. She slides over the boulders of horrors accumulated in my traumatized girl-adolescent-woman m...

Lost Cove The curve of your back like a hermit crab searching for shelter on the beach. The ocean calls out a name as blue waves imprison my...

All will be well I wake every night For an hour or so Go to the living room with a book Or a crossword puzzle Stay up long enough For the pa...

Washing the Creek Before the Storm Comes Let it all go to waste. Say: none of this is my fault because you won’t find my name written anywhe...

iodine-esque     Ingredients. Jet streams. The wherewithal. Ineptitudes of a sudden nature. Shades of shade. Not                            ...

1. A negative seals interiors together. This world sees. Once adept with symbols, a narrator reinvents a city of white donkeys because a boy...

RULES for reading my poetry: do not assume that you is singular we is constant the is only. soft can be hard; curves can be sharp. love bloo...

WINTER LIGHT When the wind picked up it formed a path sometime after ten. We were never lonely then and followed the night air’s channel. In...

Happy Endings It’s said many a story has a happy ending, but I doubt it, not in the end. ”To cease upon the midnight with no pain” is the be...

BOUGHS My arms heavy, aching with the time And fallen at either side The way that boughs creak and dip, Heavy with the accumulation Of the r...

Cherry At the conclusion of a cold, dark winter, And a wet spring, In the produce section Sit mealy apples, ragged oranges Sadly waiting for...

  Artist's Statement I explore and enjoy the world through light, shapes, and colors. Through my photos, I share my perceptions of natur...