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On The Defense Of Habits

I started smoking cigarettes four months ago, out of the blue. I didn’t question myself about it, just figured that a nasty habit had swooped out of the sky and carried me off in its talons.

Selected Poems

Friend Of The Sun

On The Edge Of Shambhala

Leaving the chiropractor’s office / driving through the woods along the Cold River / I wanted to write a poem

Goodbye

When my mother screamed into the phone for me to get over there, “Daddy’s dead,” a long waiting period ended. My father’s failing health over several years had left him almost helpless; he had demanded and received from my mother as much care and supervision as a infant.

The Hand That Shook The Hand

I didn’t go to my grandfather’s funeral. I had excuses at the time — I was living 500 miles away, no money for plane fare, other obligations, and so forth — but mostly I suspected that funerals were some kind of superstitious pagan ritual.

little pictures

as a small child, i did not know how to unzip myself. my parents never talked about it. when i was fourteen my father “accidentally” left out a book on his desk called “what to tell your child about unzipping.”

Selected Poems

Sunbeams

Seek not to follow in the footsteps of men of old; seek what they sought.

Matsuo Basho

Sunbeams

To stand on one leg and prove God’s existence is a very different thing from going down on one’s knees and thanking him.

Søren Kierkegaard