Monday, November 2, 2020


Coffee should be rich and black 
cars and homes clean 
seams should be finger pressed 
before stitching
pillows should be fluffed just so 
steaks pink and lean
yellow crested birds like poems
without rhythm or rhyme
exist to preened
and children unheard if seen 
may seem rather mean 
but these are things I know are right 
for a snob that I have been 

Saturday, September 19, 2020


Rose amongst the thorns, your decisions 
Guide justice for future generations to 
Build the democratic foundation of equality

Thursday, September 10, 2020


It was a Tuesday 
but it felt like a Friday 
the week came to a close
as the world shut down.

Shock, fear, and disbelief 
swirled into suspicion, anger,

The dust would not settle.

No child could breathe.
Parents held them tight
told them things would be alright
and plotted revenge.

Monday, July 27, 2020

Sundancer Moves On

For everything there is a reason 
Sundancer carried us to adventures 
cradled us through hurricane force winds
ice storms and blizzards 

for everything a purpose
protected us from bear
allowed us to grow as a couple
taught us to work together 

and a season; Sundancer
let us camp, live, and travel
meeting life long friends
find our a new place to call home

now time for another family
another life 
with teenagers
and grandparents

Friday, July 3, 2020

New Mexican Ghazal

Full moon rises amber upon golden augmentations of the night
Autumnal ascent, Fire enters navy blue of night

Umber, ruby, amethyst, against marcasite
Colors captured in skies of day and night

Turquoise, carnelian, onyx, silver fetishes call
Desert jewelry for sale at a empty roadside stand at night

Stars glow in shattered shadowed escalations
The hills backdrop plains like curtains at night

Yellow and red flowering fruit upon fishhook barrels
along desert washes under full moon long shadowed night

Monday, May 18, 2020


The shrillness of the stillness is sickening to the quickening,
distancing from the potential of the dilemma of influenza,
no corona like lymphoma or pneumonia symptoms for me.
Covid novel eroded misquoted twaddle
this systemic epidemic Is pandemic.
The virus like phthirus affects our gyrus.
So, in our lockdown don’t break down instead let’s take down
the virus in isolation and filtration for the duration.

* this poem first appeared @

Friday, April 17, 2020

A Poem not yet Written

A voice echos in my head
a heavenly choral refrain
chanting words from a poem
not yet written.
Marcel is a soft spring scent
an escaped ethnic flavor of San Jose
and I am an essential worker in these dire days.
Echoing despair singing bitterness
emojis might suffice in the retell
but that’s not what poetry is for.
So, when the cat gets your tongue
don’t let it eat your lunch.
Fleeting friendship of ideas
rear their ugly heads in anonymity
in yet another circle I am free
from that which holds me.
The door has sprung and exit
is allowed out of the choir’s chapel.