Poetry in the Moment

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 …...

spring desire soured with aging moonlight summer growth an impulse too green, too short autumn longing blooming in sunset glow w...

pressed into a Visa card I wait for Winter Night to redraw money with its pin number   Shovel edited by Jack Galmitz, p.64

Does God exist? The dice in the bowl of my winter night rest on 666. Shovel edited by Jack Galmitz, p. 64

the night protests with one long crow's cry moonlight's big tongue drags along the attic floor Shovel  edited by Jack Galmitz, ...

an atticful of nostalgia plus an atticful of loneliness equals a brainful of haiku Shovel edited by Jack Galmitz, p.63

unbearable lightness of being pressed by these two breasts of my ex girlfriend Shovel  edited by Jack Galmitz, p. 63

glued to the screen the       eye of one         man Shovel  edited by Jack Galmitz, p. 63

secrets breathed punctuate the blackness of day gathered in the dark many poems on a page made from the scalp of a lonely night Honorab...

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 Com...

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:...

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,...

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

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

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)

I hurl nostalgia into a corner of my heart feeling the weight of a night January 2011 issue of Four and Twenty

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 ...

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

days whirl past... drunken forest fire A Handful of Stones (August, 22)

alone in autumn moonlight I long for a spring breeze A Handful of Stones (July 30, 2010)