As of late

Lately I’ve been lost among them. Lately, as the minutes lapse, I’ve been a stand-in someone, And the substitute I’ve furnished Hasn’t handled burdens well. Lately hasn’t been but stopgap Answers to a question Every morning as the rains Pour in to ask me how I do, And truth be told I’ve only Lately given […]

From my window

A window in the shadows so to see how short the time has been, and how unsound that I’ve assumed another day was mine, these patterns on the glass reflecting sunset after sunset blue and spent. An hour in the traffic, and it’s gold to spill away like rain. A mirror aiming west to paint […]


A stone among them all to slip. Another foothold sunken, So another step to fall, And when the hope is All but gone another Winter not much different. A name upon these bluing Winds the likeness of a Rain I’ve heard. The whisper of familiar eyes Gone grey a bit too soon, And it’s this […]

Apropos a flame

An evening for the flames to catch, A simple interruption in the endless Fall of hour after hour laid aside, And just this moment left to flash for Shadowed names and wintered faces In some golden hint of silence Plucked from words that Spoke too soon. – #Vancouver #WA

Always for the rain

Always for the fickle days. Always for the drops of rain who fall too indiscreetly just to feed the shallow roots and lead these withered blooms away. All of me for artistry in foul weather breaking and for alms to seek in ripple after ripple taking time too lightly, so the flowers wait. Always for […]

A river

Another day for us, my friend; The one that we’d envisioned Didn’t turn out quite as planned, A vague reflection glassed behind This dusty little window to Display in no uncertain terms The turns we never had. Another time to say hello. Another close goodbye. Another lovely promise, and It’s muddy water slipping past To […]

Friday too

Friday for a paradox. Friday for a makeshift plot To lay in graves the self-made men, A sense to make of afterthoughts Gone way of all successes, And the epitaph plays on repeat For weekday wolves to chase. Friday, and the irony’s A bit more deeply seeded. But the days are made in End rhymes […]