Monthly Archives: November 2014

Your Poor Huddled Massing

Saturday morning music. 10 am. Middle school side street, the drop off point. Swarms of buzzing children. Parents carrying sax and violins. Cold blue sky. Toyotas and Mercedes, minivans and Mini Coopers. White knuckles on steering wheel, tucked to the … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Travel Villanelle

Airplane, airplane, where are you taking me, Strange beddings, another home I do not know… This dying man, this skeleton, aching to be free? A shadow slipping along a moon lit Baltic sea, Fevered mind and aching back, towards some lost … Continue reading

Posted in Poem, poetry, Travel, Vilanelle | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment