Wednesday, December 30, 2009


Towards a new life there is terror,
Your soul locked in unnatural sleep,
While demons converge
With energetic hate.
They dance,
Twitching their limbs,
To summon you to Hell.
Their grinning, masked faces press close
Daring you to banish them.
The demons are you.

Monday, December 28, 2009


Over the tree tops
The crane flies at summer’s end.
Near the quiet lake,
A flute in late afternoon--
Its plaintive sound rises up.

Friday, December 25, 2009

True love appears small
Like a mother’s hand
As it caresses the head of a child
Not large, not grandiose
But refined, hidden almost
Except to those who feel its touch
Then its real magnificence is displayed
And all its power.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

O little bird
I have heard you at dawn
When the excitement of day
Made you cry with delight.

O little bird
I have seen you at noon
When in anxious flight
You darted for crumbs.

O little bird
Will you sing to my heart
When the night robs us
And we are left beggars?

Tuesday, December 22, 2009


A toss of black hair
Down the back of the onnagata
Her powdered face a mask
With painted eyes peering
Over a spreading fan
Her hand points into space
Her lips part for a lover
Her head turns in shyness
What dream is it that
Makes her sway and dance?

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Homage to DeChirico

Perspective is everything:
From the piazza, you see with hyperclarity
The descending archways
And the partially eclipsed shadowed
Statue of a man on horseback
Above a sunlit plinth.
But straight ahead stands the rose tower
Against a bluegreen sky
Of eternal dawn or dusk.
Its sharp-edged crenellated parapet
And opaque, dark windows and door
Hold its silent, infinite mystery close.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

When, in the hot sun of the afternoon,
You turn to see an old brick building
Baking in heat
Its rose color shimmering
Its windows dark and impenetrable
And suddenly you realize
There, right there, on the noisy city street.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009


Where the willows bend down to the river
He waits silently all day
Like a plank of wood floating in the water
Until at last his hunger drives him
And he bares his teeth to the unsuspecting prey.

A sudden fury, a devouring, and he is spent
Under the warm sun he lies
Somnolent and temporarily content
Before a new victim spurs his desires
By entering the view of his pitiless eyes.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

In the foreign city
Without a map
Arrows pointing both ways
All the winding streets,
The statue of the general
On horseback,
The canal meandering
In tortuous curves,
Each step leading you closer
Then away
From the baroque plaza--
What is this trip
But a spirit on a physical journey?


Crowded but not
Torment has no
It is a place for one
Soul cut off
Wandering alone
Eternally in the lobby
Of the sterile
In a night like silver ash
Windows turning into mirrors
At every turn.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

I love it Love when you are near
And offer your sad beauty for my embrace.
Quiet are the hours when you console me
With whispered words of infinite grace.
You never stray until you leave me
To disappear without a trace.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

All through the white afternoon
You wait while the sky grows paler
Until at last the light is gone
And you fall asleep dreaming
Of what the day could have been.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Chimney Smoke

Chimney smoke and water towers
An afternoon of counting hours
A car horn blares, a siren wails
Traffic moves in endless trails.
Clouds float past, the daylight wanes
Shades descend behind window panes.
What’s the use of waiting? worn buildings say
Twilight has stolen upon the day.
No rendezvous, no heart’s delight
Love’s flown away and left the night.