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AUGUST 21, 2014 11:20AM

making flowers grow

it tries to
but it won’t come out
it's too much to say
i say it anyway
i use different words, other words
i make a metaphor
or two, but still it stays
stuck inside
and won’t come out

Face the light of day
or dark of night
i cry
but it remains buried
in my souls soul
below and within
the universe in my h

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JUNE 27, 2014 3:10PM

storm of uncertain path

like a storm of uncertain path
our lives left a wake of certainty
rippling through an ocean of possibilities
that never happened

but  I was prepared
to fight those dragons
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MARCH 13, 2014 3:39PM

Blueberry Muffin

By the time I walked across the floor at the Health Food store, my whole body felt like it was beginning to shake apart.
I looked at my wrist; time had closed in on me. Time had become a demanding infant, demanding that I rearrange my schedule, that I change my recipe… Read full post »

A scary place
so tranquil from the outside
a home so peaceful
while really
we are under a rock
worms crawling
in and out of your head
the wormhole splits
A stressor?
Your head wide open
every manor of carnivore
free at last
hungry, searching
they roam inside and out
Two kinds today
one eats her up
the other eats up… Read full post »

OCTOBER 11, 2013 8:57AM

A week on the Road July 2013

A week on the Road July 2013
Day 1
My journey begins in Gardiner, NY at 6:00 am, bicycling through heavy rain, traveling along Rte 44 55, Wallkill Valley Rail Trail, Rte 52 and 17K and into Newburgh.
A one hour pit stop in Newburgh Starbucks until it appeared to have stopped raining, and… Read full post »

MARCH 24, 2013 12:20PM

Under our Blanket

Spread to thin
like teaspoon of mayonnaise
on a foot long sub
like ninety-eight cents
in a one dollar store
I am
I feel like
I am always spread
too thin
But what can I do
sleep a little less
work a little longer
stretch the dough a little thinner
so I say
I'm good
Just fine,
thank you for asking
lying here in bed
next… Read full post »

FEBRUARY 22, 2013 4:18PM


You and I take steps backward
as we move forward
this is no mistake
we  a r e  going forward
time does not lie.
Away from a world
that does not welcome us
it is not we
for whom the world
sets the dinner table &
provides scraps from the table.
Meager scraps we do not need
when we have… Read full post »

SEPTEMBER 28, 2012 4:37PM

one thousand anchors

Everything together
pulls me towards you
while we are pulled apart
like a medieval torture
Our end is soon

You say
it will be alright
I say
we are a pair of candles
burning bright

We leave no residue
We are the residue
of a thousand candles
above a thousand anchors

And we say
it will be alright
we will be ok
wh… Read full post »

JULY 6, 2012 5:05PM

ED Relief

> Hello EDR, Barry speaking. How may I assist you?
< Barry, this is Carl.
My uh .. girlfriend and I just got back to our hotel and uh ….now …, my car won’t start.
> I’m sorry to hear that. I'll be able to assist you with that. What is your membership number?
<… Read full post »

MARCH 23, 2012 5:05PM

Barry at the call center

Barry sat down donned his headset, logged on as
and waited for the first call to come in.
But instead of  the usual tone, signaling an incoming
phone call, he heard the umpire cry out ‘play ball.’
Startled, he stood all alone and looked down at the packed
red clay beneath his feet. It di

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FEBRUARY 24, 2012 7:26AM

In The Nighttime

In the nighttime
you know someone
When fear washes over you
Like thunderous water
Charging down the mountain
Never ending water

In the nighttime
Is when you know someone
When the darkness erases everything
A black hole of nothingness
Sucking everything you know
Out of existence

Not even l… Read full post »

No one really cares when a stranger dies, but when it’s someone who’s connected, that’s when you really feel some loss of your own self. That’s when a piece of your life is yanked out by its roots. Shrivels up, dries out, and dies along side of them. You’re left with

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JANUARY 3, 2012 7:23AM

I am Water

I am water
flowing through time

once the water ran cold
absolute cold
when I was first born
the words of my story ran hot
birth and dying were my bookends
all that was true
in my life

a word for this
and a story about that
burying with words the only cold truth
of being born
and the/… Read full post »
JANUARY 1, 2012 11:12AM


fiction and non fiction
two faucets in my mind
water is my existence
the basement below
the boiler's there
cooling coils too
I am water
flowing through time
a unique moment, long or short
singular to a life

I was born
it was just a moment of time
absolute zero
everything else in my biography
grew warmer
a/… Read full post »
DECEMBER 16, 2011 3:36PM

The Voice (repost for Anne)

It starts upward
born of passion
born of truth
as it moves through her
she sees it does not have enough
only almost enough
velocity to escape her lips
not the slightest sound is made
as it falls back through her lips
to the pit of her stomach
where it remains churning and churning
once more a part of her
until t/… Read full post »
DECEMBER 10, 2011 12:20PM

that's a wrap, it’s a life


Old is like a great oak tree that  has lost its most graceful branches.
Great limbs where children climbed, where a tire once swung from a long rope, legs pumping it to dizzying heights.
You saw it all.
Saw thoughts of immortality nourished by youthful invincibility.
Watched as we straddled o/… Read full post »
DECEMBER 4, 2011 1:51PM

You Know How to Reach Me

Barry felt the discomfort that one feels when life goes so slowly as to challenge one’s place in the river of time that carried everyone else forward. And as usual, the speed bumps were an imaginative revisit to a conversation long passed.

The feeling that time had stalled, mixed with… Read full post »

NOVEMBER 24, 2011 9:42AM

The Batter

She lived and she died
clear and to the point
light bulb depreciation
oh so envious
of a light bulb was she

standing over home plate
watching every curveball
slider and knuckleball
taking her best swing
at every single pitch

what life threw her way
she waved her bat at it
waved it menacingly
eyes fixed on the bal

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NOVEMBER 20, 2011 3:05PM

The sound

Silence is what you hear now
It is the sound of memory, the sound of fear
the silent record of stations visited along the way
It is the sound I make when I steer the ship
the sound of my fingerprint

It is the sound we make in our final moment
the sound my father makes when… Read full post »

NOVEMBER 14, 2011 3:51PM

What to do about a dream

what to do
about a dream
though it wasn’t
my dream
it was
my life

a dog shy of dead
coming out
she’s crying
I watched her
that’s the dream.

I couldn’t go
to hospital
I couldn’t
patch her up
I am monster
to inflict
such neglect
this dog
deserves better

you deserve
y… Read full post »

NOVEMBER 11, 2011 5:16PM

Cloaked Inside a White Wrapper

Cloaked inside a white wrapping,
invisible within, unable to speak,
waiting for someone to throw the switch
It’s not that bad, really it isn’t

The invisible part I mean
it’s the waiting part that has become
the real drag of it, the real drag of life
I wasn’t supposed to live this lon… Read full post »

OCTOBER 29, 2011 11:05AM

For Anne

Barry had grown increasingly frustrated. He tried once more to explain Anne’s point of view to his inquisitor.
She lived until she died, he said clearly and to the point, once again realizing that he was failing describe the sort of light bulb model of depreciation Anne had always sought for her… Read full post »

OCTOBER 22, 2011 10:19AM

The sound my fingerprint makes

I hear silence like a dream, noisy and full of people moving about.
I hear people growing old, getting sick, moving toward death as if they were traveling to work on the subway.
Traveling together, packed tight and riding through an improbable world of concrete and steel.
Graduated to life from the… Read full post »

OCTOBER 15, 2011 10:10AM

after forever, there is the next day

It starts upward with a feeling, born of deep passion, born of truth. As it moves through space it finds it just does not have enough - only almost enough - velocity to escape her lips.

There is no crash, not even the slightest sound as it falls back, through her… Read full post »

OCTOBER 7, 2011 6:25PM

Roots and Alien Sex

All Barry ever wanted to do was sink his roots deep into Nadine’s soul. That would have been enough. No need to engage in any of that sloppy wet kind of physical stuff. Just roots into her soul. His roots into the fertile soil of her soul. 'Wham bam thank you

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