No Spray for This Menace :: April 3, 2008

Projects swarm around
Me like a cloud of gnats on
A warm summer’s night.

Beyond the Surface :: April 2, 2008

Does poetry live
In the honey-soaked layers
Of my baklava?

Not a Morning Person :: April 1, 2008

Swirls of ashen fog
Beyond my window suggest
My true mental state.

You Know Your Meeting Is Long When … :: March 31, 2008

Rings in the wood grain
Of the conference table
Expand each hour …

Literary Longings :: March 29, 2008

In the used bookstore,
Desperate titles beckon,
Hoping for a touch.

Post-Katrina Metaphor :: March 28, 2008

Through the cracked blacktop
On Bourbon Street, honey bush
Pokes its slight, green fist.

Food for Thought :: March 26, 2008

New Orleans feels like
A warm beignet dipped into
Cold café au lait.