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.