May 28, 2024
Reflection - autobiography - image of mirror on dressing table
Published by Ivan de Monbrison or Иван де Монбризон at May 28, 2024
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Autobiography, a Poetry Reading

There are two light bulbs shining in the room like two fixed eyes in a reflection. Already the person has disappeared and there is a thud in your head. It’s like the sound of time passing. It’s like the echo that would reach you in advance of your own future death.
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January 4, 2023
We Remember: The Way Cats Wake to a Passion of Birds
Published by William Wren at January 4, 2023
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The Way Cats Wake Up to a Passion of Birds

We don’t remember light. We remember the dark. The cruelties; the misgivings. We remember winter and fistfuls of ice, like cold salt tossed in a face with contempt, a form of shunning, bitter the gesture; the censure of wind and snow.
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September 11, 2022
Last Words - Elizabeth
Published by Rita Mock-Pike at September 11, 2022
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Last Words/Elizabeth

“I love you and I always will.” Last words spoken between dearest of friends parting ways unknown. Hope lingered therein, that one day no more need for “always” would come – only the existence of that fact would overtake by revisited presence and love.
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June 29, 2022
Poetry reading: Near Uncas Point
Published by John Muro at June 29, 2022
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Near Uncas Point – A MockingOwl Roost Poetry Reading

Winters coaxed this sandspit From shore and outgoing tides,  In radiant disarray, have returned  Land to the harbor by at least a half,  Leaving mud flats adorned with  Alluvial fans, hump-backed inlets 
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May 3, 2022
At Daybreak poetry reading cover
Published by John Muro at May 3, 2022
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At Daybreak – a Poetry Reading

First light frosting the tree line, and I close the door  On the rest of the house and leave the need for sleep  To others. At such an hour, with dark still lingering, The stars blown apart and a waning moon near vanishing,  I’ve become too well acquainted with the dark dialect ...
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