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Do You Still  Love Me? - for my late wife Dianne Robitaille I would ask her that everyday. I felt that any moment the charade would be unmas...

Believe it or not Believe it or not the estranged couple after years of toothpaste-sharing and laughter-sharing are complete strangers now. ...

Demons Everywhere  One was just breathing into my hair as I stood in the mirror listening to its panting breath Outside they squat in droves...

the promise of ink on vellum remember that holiday villa where you left your scent on the vanity you sat at the plain wooden table held an e...

Lani Lani sits In the back; Stares at Her Chromebook With the intentness Of one watching A riveting TV program— Which is probably What she’s...

Sea-Wind   The few letters that you wrote to me lie in a pile, disordered, waiting for me to strike a match and eliminate them from the feti...

In a forest of rotting wood, the sick are king 3.35 am. The lit flare of birdsong guides you through a room darker than a black hole. On sec...

different stories brooding mist lifts as pockets of light luminate waters sharp tailed metallic flight wings cutting space and time low fren...

For You You say I don’t write about you enough. Your beautiful, burgundy birthmarks shaped like clouds floating on your arm. Or your silky, ...

I Like the Word  umbrage  (O Dolores, Dolores,  so aptly named)  though not so much  being the object  of it  for some innocuous   comment, ...

 Modern Day Hero  This is a small or maybe a big testament of a small or maybe a big figure in our history. It’s none of your business why I...

Glittering Tree There’s a ray of light direct from the sun to the young cherry laurel glittering like glass in my backyard. A leaf is a litt...

Circus of Change Come see us remove 915 coins from the mouth of indifference. You won’t believe your eyes. For what it’s worth, we’ll never ...

So Very Much   You have become an almost visible invisibility in my life, a poltergeist of sorts, I suppose, moving objects that remind me o...

In the military, three of us got  killed in combat.  One got killed  by the police in the country we were  in.  Two committed suicide.  One ...

 Yolk  Hay sticks cling to speckled egg shells—a way to enter sun-moon-lamppost light unless boot soles carry the yellow stalks back in. The...

28 Thinking about  How you let  Your tenuous  Hold On continuing Slip away Without a protest Leaving only echoes of  Questions  And assumpti...

the bollard there’s a bollard just outside my window and it’s bright as hell and I can’t help looking at it as I write I don’t remember it b...

Bollingen Tower After the divorce, when I was eight years old I would spend summers here with my mother In a one room flat in Schmerikon. My...

I Age Arthritis and aging make it hard, I walk gingerly, with a cane, and walk slow, bent forward, fear threats, falls, fear denouement─ I t...