for J –

I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.

Edgar Allan Poe


part two

joy lept from my window
out before the morning
another flown to safer
never falters – poe’s curse
nevermore the chance worth
empty is my heart

poetry reading

A reading of my poem, “numb,” at the Kuran Arts Center; July 19, 2016



i’m afraid
i’m losing
my humanity
too often said
i’m sorry
for your loss
too frequent
the empathy
for innocents
wish to comfort
hope to save
but words
fall hollow
as we march unto
our waiting graves
tears run dry
no more
questioning why
is the numbness
my protection
is the echo
god’s rejection
why is despair
where did i lose
the hope to bear
somewhere in the
white space
between life and death
i fear
i lost