woman in green long sleeved shirt

The overfed ego,

unable to squeeze in

enough room for others,

risks dying of loneliness

as much as its counterpart,

the ego malnourished, bereft,

surrounded by clients, not friends—

with a view of what it means to be

who they really are,

the prescription an artist—

not a butcher or candlestick maker—

might supply, if applied to

by a weary soul, ready to give up

on the fairy tale.

This poem appears in my book ROSES IN WINTER. Available for sale on Amazon.


down angle photography of red clouds and blue sky

the snares on the line are many and

rarely if ever humane—

if you fall into one, do not pause

to negotiate, or tell yourself the story

(over and over)

why someone might have set this trap

in the first place, this is not the time

to put yourself in anyone

else’s shoes; free yourself


This poem appears in ROSES IN WINTER. Available on Amazon or my Bookstall.


nature summer yellow animal

A complicated emotion can serve good ends and bad,

reveal the truth of who we are and what

we must have to go on, declare

our refusal to surrender,

even signal our strength, passion

for life, or

it can crowd the space between us

until no one can think straight, only react,

fight back, turning a small thing

into an end-of-the-world scenario.

This poem appears in my new book ROSES IN WINTER.