I want your details

my hands, filled with bones,
can write love letters
or goodbyes
they can grab a day
by the lapels
and shove it into the corner
and kiss it on
the mouth
my ears have held
the whispered truth:
“I love your voice.”
and on a good day I
know exactly what to say
I’ve known when to touch
and go
I get lost driving a car
but I can tell you the
of how to dig deep
beneath the skin, down to
the bones where I live
here now, spill
your details on the floor
let’s sort through
the old photos
I want your details


present, given more presents

I try not to wonder what else I could have done
if I could have been more present, given more 
presents, had more cash to spill out of my heart
there’s never enough to go around or the right 
kind of kindness to get the point across across 
all the distance the distance between epomhas 
have gotten farther and farther apart as you’re
a part of the wondering I try not to do but I do


The Tulip and the Frog

the tulip and the frog were friends
and felt they’d be until the end

so every morning without fail
for all of spring along his trail

he’d come upon his flower friend
he’d promise once or twice again

“Tulip, I’ll never leave your side
you are my heart, my soul, my pride”

but tulip could not speak a word
nor could her petals be disturbed

she could be only what she was
all flowers obey garden laws

then frog knew love was bitter-sweet
knew some words were not worth repeat

so frog took one more final gaze
and promised her he’d always praise

her beauty, calm and elegance
and most of all her eloquence

and with a note of sadness deep
the frog intoned a magic leap

“It’s good that you are happy now,
love, you deserve that finest crown

I’d like to know you’re always safe
so hold your place as garden’s grace

please don’t forget your old frog friend
who loved and loved until the end”

and then frog had to hop away
to learn to love as quietly



Taken from my verses in collaboration with Alex Zarek, Feb 2014.
no you don’t have to be alone to feel alone
and we all know more about it than the farthest star
could learn over all its eons of existence
the difference between the connections of constellations

can’t compare to the constant separations we put ourselves through
the way we push and pull one another
the way we let ourselves be enveloped by the expanses of our loneliness
how we stretch out

like the empty space between stars
and how we’re all dying for gravity to pull us back together
but I can remember days where I wanted to be alone
and I would walk for miles out into the dark

searching for a solitude that matched that of my heart
now I don’t have to try so hard to be distant anymore
I can drift as easily into my thoughts in a crowded bar
as easily as I can on an open road and the


is just the same
it’s not made any weaker for any friend I claim
so it must be one of friendship’s quandaries
that it’s not a cure for this disease

we’re just

to solve these mysteries
and I end up watching like a ghost as it happens all around
sometimes loneliness is not an absence, but rather
much to much of me


like how we are completely and utterly different
and yet loneliness proves its irony
tapping each of us on the shoulder to turn to it
as generations come and go

we still find ourselves here
surrounded by a crowd of lonely faces
still in the same places
walking the same roads, past the same houses

where we hope to erase the memories flooding the basements
where the attics are still holding the same dreams
of the fires we wish we had the guts to set


for what it’s worth
you can count my matchstick embraces
as ember hopes we’ll be pulled back together
I promise I won’t walk out now if you don’t walk out now
and we won’t be alone forever