A Man and a Woman

You are my only …
he vows to her, and then
from the corner of his eye
glances at a blonde
sitting across from them

I regret marrying …
she screams at him, and then
 from the back of her mind
a voice is echoing,
You are my only …

Shovel edited by Jack Galmitz, p.65

Reincarnation

spring desire
soured
with aging moonlight

summer growth
an impulse
too green, too short

autumn longing
blooming
in sunset glow

winter harvest
loneliness
too white, too long

seasons come, seasons go
still I wait
for... spring desire

Shovel edited by Jack Galmitz, p.64

Spring Dream

pressed into a Visa card
I wait for Winter Night
to redraw money
with its pin number

 Shovel edited by Jack Galmitz, p.64

The Mark of Loneliness

Does God exist?
The dice in the bowl
of my winter night
rest on 666.

Shovel edited by Jack Galmitz, p. 64

Sound and Sight

the night protests
with one long crow's cry
moonlight's big tongue drags
along the attic floor

Shovel edited by Jack Galmitz, p.63

A Poet's Life Equation

an atticful of nostalgia
plus an atticful of loneliness
equals a brainful of haiku

Shovel edited by Jack Galmitz, p.63

In My Dream

unbearable lightness
of being pressed
by these two breasts
of my ex girlfriend

Shovel edited by Jack Galmitz, p. 63

Seeing Is Believing

glued to the screen
the       eye
of one         man

Shovel edited by Jack Galmitz, p. 63

Day and Night

secrets breathed
punctuate
the blackness of day

gathered in the dark
many poems on a page
made from the scalp
of a lonely night


Honorable Mention, 2013 Ultra Short Poem Competition
held by  The Ontario Poetry Society

A Drunken Poem

loneliness
grabs me
by the balls
my mind
begins to tremble
a poem
is thrown out
of my shadow


Honorable Mention, 2013 Ultra Short Poem Competition
held by  The Ontario Poetry Society

White Night

I hurl nostalgia
into a corner of my heart
feeling the weight of a night

Nominated for this year's Pushcart Prize
Four and Twenty, 4:1, January 2011

As night deepens

ghost of the past
tiptoes cautiously into
the realm of my dreams

he is afraid of stumbling
and becoming
an illegal alien

Sketchbook, 6:3, May/June 2011

Cradle to Grave

collecting four coupons
birth, old age, illness, and death
in exchange for
How to Love for Dummies

Four and Twenty, Vol 4:5, May 2011

Turn on the Light

I open up the eyes
of the fading past
trapped between the four walls
of my rented room

April 2011 issue of Four and Twenty

When Night Falls

on a bullet train
I read Remembrance of Things Past
outside my soul's window
a dark blue sea

A handful of Stones (March. 25, 2011)

White Night

I hurl nostalgia
into a corner of my heart
feeling the weight of a night

January 2011 issue of Four and Twenty

The "Accent"

what did you say
he yells at me
staring into my black eyes
he just cannot understand
the English shards
from my bleeding tongue

Autumn 2010 issue Rust+Moth

A Short Poem about Racism

go back
to where you come from --
a stream of my piss
Lake Ontario unmoved

A Handful of Stones

A Short Poem

days
whirl past...
drunken forest fire

A Handful of Stones (August, 22)

A Short Poem

alone
in autumn moonlight
I long for
a spring breeze

A Handful of Stones (July 30, 2010)