Friday, January 28, 2011

1/28/11: After The Storm

Feet in scratchy
green wool socks
inside plastic
shopping bags
in old brown boots that
used to be water-proof

Leaping black
salt slush motes

Scrambling over
black peak'd banks
__________City stain'd
__________Yellow streak'd

Dodging falling ice chunks
& viscous clumps
of half melted snow

Wednesday, January 26, 2011


New snow
wet like dough
sticks to the faces of
street signs_____&
parked car windows
When it hits the hood of my jacket
it sounds like falling salt.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Buffalo Grove

In our sixth Summer
Michael Robinson and I
hid in grass fields
ate wild crab apples
beat flat tall reeds
played they were nests
broke open milkweed pods
scattered the seeds
looked for ancient arrow heads
shit in the weeds
(yelled for our moms
when we couldn't find leaves)
trapped quick brown garters
slept in the sun
and when daylight was done
we caught lightning bugs
and that was enough.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

1/18/11: Guggenheim Pavilion, Mt.Sinai Hospital

Driving rain
on 5th Ave
lashes bare
January trees
I sit
in glass atrium
hog a table
to myself
watch steam clouds
dance on glass roof
drink hot cocoa
watch med students
read poetry
shiver a little
on a gurney you lie
while Dr. Karen Nipper
cuts into your eye.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

1/10/11: Evening Rush

Winter's bleached faces
glow blue
above e-readers
and cell phones
on the 5:14
C train.

1/11/11: Mercer @B'way

Dirty snowbanks
line the sidewalk,
awaiting their renewal
Something the
pale sky promised.

Tuesday, January 04, 2011

1/04/11: 3rd Ave. @ 47th St: On My Way Home After Viewing the Hakuin Exhibit At The Japan Society

No thoughts at the bus stop
I listen instead
to tire music on pavement
the wind beating the high buildings
and the occasional percussion of
sharp taxi horn.

Sunday, January 02, 2011

12/08/10: Kerhonkson: Bear

He comes from the woods
on all fours
brown back bristling
in the
cold morning sun

Up on hind legs
he sniffs at the wind
down once again
nuzzles a blueberry bush

I sit
tin cup coffee at window
He sniffs
sparse brown grass
noses a birdfeeder
scratches icy earth

having found
that which he came for
he’s back to the woods
a frozen squirrel clenched
excited hungry mouth