(I believe in this)

I believe in this:
There are infinite beliefs.
All fine. This is mine.

(with gratitude to Robert, last I heard in Juvenile Hall)

You create this world.
What color are its tree leaves?
Do you love, often?

(environmentalism can be fun)

I'm a stealth ninja.
Any lights on that could be
Off: dart in. Switch them!

(for kind Frank)

He said, "Hi there stars.
And they were gone."  Yes, ache, but
He spoke up. To stars.

(words. so many words. everywhere.)

Poems spill from me.
Body-glass cannot contain.
Try, gather, frantic.

(bird watcher)

Long time: hated birds.
Now I think, I was jealous.
They can fly. Me too.

(let's pretend that "violet" is a two-syllable word)

Spring walk. Sun. Thinking.
If I should have a daughter
She will be: Violet.

(any time is lunch time on a Saturday)

Pine needles grown hard.
Thin scent fills cracks in the door.
Christmas, though it's spring.

"Homecoming"

Rooms familiar, strange.
My parents' house is not home.
The dog sleeps, grows old.

The inaugural (April 21, 2011)

Tea, water lukewarm.
Sachet twirling up, and down.
Mud brown dust settles.