Lost Forest


A name was quietly erased today.

A name pulled from the records with no added explanation,

A name slipped away from our collective sub-conscious.

Illness gives way to absence, absence becomes prolonged indifference,

Prolonged indifference gives way to questioned existence,

A name is all that ties one to existence.

A name was quietly erased today.









The Eastbound Haiku

What no one tells you:
Once off the ground, the earth spins
Away beneath you.

So it goes.

Does the wave question
Its own existence as it
Rolls back to the sea?

The Quality of Memory

Given enough time,

All things are rendered neuter…

Given enough time.


A brown streak of smog
hangs above the horizon
like a skidmark in the sky;
an embarrassing stain left behind
on December’s crystalline-
blue perfection.

How Did You Learn To Touch So Gently?

How did you learn to touch so gently?
Able to caress the silence of night,
Left hand as soft as the right.
It must have taken practice,
Sweet and gentle practice.

How did you learn to glow so golden?
I’ve seen this color on you before,
On a beach far away,
The sun setting like a volcano in the sky,
My toes raking through the sand,
As we were bathed in warm and golden light.

How did you learn to touch so gently,
And how did you learn to glow so golden?
It must have taken practice.
Sweet and gentle practice.

Kraft the Redeemer (based on a true story)

And cries could be heard far and wide as the hunger set in.  The peanut-butter jar was now empty and echoing the sounds of despair as the knowledge set in that no sandwich would be made this day.  But then Kraft the Redeemer took up the jar of vacant nuts and oils and began to scrape at the walls with an unadorned knife, transforming this simple jar from a useless, hollow item into something hallow.   The cool metallic clanks of steel on glass could be heard resonating throughout the kitchen, as hungry urchins held their breath and stared with bulging eyes.  Witnesses would recount far into the future the fantastic spectacle they beheld, as little by little peanut-butter continued to fall from the jar upon the toasted bread, creating a meal where no meal sat before.  Songs of rejoicing illuminated the linoleum surface and drifted out through the open windows, for today a miracle was witnessed – the miracle of the Immaculately Conceived Sandwich.

the mornings are the hardest

the mornings are the hardest.
i wake with thoughts of you

weighing on my chest

more heavy than pneumonia.

your name has crawled its way

into every corner of my lungs,

and each morning i must cough it out
into muffled pillows,
with slow deep breathes,
until the chest burns
and eyes water.

Desert Reflection

I understand the extent
of my contradictions
And reconciliation is
why I am here.
A purposeful life is
the reason for being,
Under the sun we can’t
hide from our fears.

Walk so my steps fall silent,

Breathe so my lungs feel power,

Fragmented thoughts fall away,

Without moments of self-reflection.


12:24 A.M.

I can’t sleep during
A thunderstorm; I’m afraid
I might miss something.


Lightning is the sun,
Breaking through the clouds to help
Guide those who are lost.


So much can be seen
By searching the silhouette
of a moonless sky.

9:41 P.M.

Highway reflectors
Pass by my tired eyes like
Twilight fireflies.