Category Archives: love

Folding Laundry

i knew the moment
it touched my hand
without even seeing
i could feel her body
filling it’s softness
without her being
here right beside me
suddenly she was
in this shirt so thin
body meeting body
heat touching heat
fingers stroking skin
i lingered in the moment
it touched my hand
as if she were near
wanting her body
to fill it’s softness
wishing she were here

December 8, 2012
folding a shirt she wears to bed

a memory

found myself
lost today
miles away
held at bay
by fantasy
you and me
warm embrace
time misplaced
bliss to bliss
endless kiss
a bed abyss
reaching, touching
speaking nothing
seeking, finding
bodies binding
minds unwinding
wanting, needing
hunting, feeding
sound of breathing
pure ecstasy
not a dream
a memory


i could live with three

if i could limit my life
to words with two letters
would my days and nights
be worse or be better
up and in
would carry the day
down and out
would just go away
on would rule
it would never get tired
and off would leave
it would simply be fired
there’d only be go
there would be no stop
there would be no bottom
there would be no top
that’s all well and good,
but i still don’t think so
’cause there’d be no yes
and there’d only be no
and there’d be no you
i would only have me
so two would not do
but i could live with three




just when i think i can see
when i think i’ve caught a glimpse
of a familiar landmark
a clue to where i should turn next
it’s disappears
it simply vanishes
into the shadows of doubt
that surround me in your absence

i look around for a friendly face
someone i could trust to guide me
but everyone feels like a stranger
even the image in the mirror
stares back at me, like a child
and the children riding with me
are simply counting the days
till you return

i’m lost without you


i miss you

your face
on my screen is
gripping my brain
I know it’s a photo
but it drives me insane
it’s solely to blame
for the sleep
i’m delaying
for this moment’s
for the demons
i’m slaying
for this game
that I’m playing
for this price
that I’m paying
for the urge
i’m obeying
for these words
I’m relaying
and the ones
I’m not saying


i want more

they get
the top to do
the most of few
the first of you

they get
to be desired
to be inspired
the you not tired

they get
blessed by you
the zest in you
the best of you

I get
what’s left of you


The Poem Store

Walking out of Moscone Center in San Francisco, our group happened upon Zach Houston’s Poem Store.

Zach sits outside with an old typewriter and pumps out poems on ripped scraps of paper. He simply asks what you want your poem to be about and you pay him what you wish. I had no cash, so I borrowed three dollars, including a $2 bill from Ira Serkes and polled the group for what I should ask him to write about. Ginger Wilcox suggested, “Love.” That’s one of my favorite topics, so that’s what we went with.

I was going to just type in the poem he wrote for me, but you really can’t get a feel for the poems he writes without seeing them. So here it is. Thanks, Zach.


her first letter

her words were written on the page
but they had lips
and they spoke without the rage
that used to be us

i could hear her voice
inside my heart of hearts
so familiar i cried
for the first time since the end

for a moment
i wished she were near
holding me while i cried
telling me i had nothing to fear
making me believe it

but my tears fell on hardened ground
this heart of mine
and soon i couldn’t hear the sound
of her familiar voice inside my heart

it waits now in silence
ready to be torn apart
by more words from her


after reading the first letter from cindy… after several years apart.

i find myself lost

i can’t find myself
when I find myself
wanting you
like i want you now
i can’t see myself
when I see myself
needing you
like i need you now
i can’t feel myself
when i feel myself
missing you
like I miss you now
i can’t find myself
when I find myself
lost in you
like I’m lost right now

missing you

i need you now

i did not need you
when you burst into my life
but i need you now

a haiku