Sunday, June 7, 2015

*

at dusk, the sun paints
brilliant, surreal, dreamy hues
through Ann Arbor skies.

Friday, June 5, 2015

***

in Huron river's calm waters
the kayakers at dusk stalk the setting sun,
stir the proverbial pot and disturb the gods.

Sunday, May 18, 2014

*

softly treading the narrow
pathway, a pitcher-full of ice
drawn from the hotel's ice machine

in hand.

about to pull an all-nighter
with a bottle of grey goose vodka

for company.

alone inside a four-sided wall, all i could hear was the quiet hum of the monitors sending their messages into the gloom.

downrange. and in country.

a flight of drones. a flash of doom.
one less tango inside the room.

a sardonic smile. a vengeful toast.
a silent triumph. a night of quiet celebration

at home.

Monday, April 28, 2014

*

 traversing a deserted
road at
dusk
the shadow of a
bare tree framed against
the setting sun
glaring back
at you
like a dark sentinel
from long ago
a harbinger of doom
a sinister picture of what lies
ahead
along the barren path to
oblivion.

*A2.MI

Friday, July 12, 2013

Tonight I can write the saddest lines

tonight i can drink beer and read some Neruda.

feliz cumpleaños señor Pablo.

*Andy Garcia

Saturday, May 18, 2013

...

you
pray 
for a never-ending 
harmony 
that exposed 
your
innocence 
and predilections
 for that
uncertain 
butter-soft 
fragility 
of the human 
spirit 
melting 
the essence 
of your 
sweet 
heart
and rebellious 
psyche 
into one 
coherent 
soul.

Saturday, March 30, 2013

This Old Guitar


my old acoustic guitar, 
the sole witness 
during those rare 
times where i can 
wear 
my heart on 
my sleeve.