Thought Clouds

When we were young, my uncle Would buy us nosebleed seats To the Vikings games, And I remember asking him, “Why do we call them that? Is...

Sing, O poet, Sing the world into being. Put your words on the potter's wheel. Build castles from the clay of thought. From the silk of...

In the attic of the mind The nightwind throws itself Against the window pane In ritualistic waves, Tediously chanting The hymn of...

Morning-frost Clinging to my window: Omen evolved from meaning, Rorschach of the winter wind, Patternless pattern of the soul. Swirling...

It is not blood That runs through our veins, But sand. There you are sitting in a coffee shop Across from a precious soul, And you want...

Black shirt with avian pattern: I wore you to Grandma’s funeral, And I wear you this Christmas morn. At dinner, as pale snowflakes fell...

All this, and yet we smile. "I'm ashamed of myself," I said to the dark. And the dark listened, And it held me in its arms. I hunch over...

How they looked like armor, the houses in The snowscape. And they lined up like soldiers, Extending to the edge of the frozen...

To tread the inner sanctums Of man’s soul Is to be lost in the vapor Of a fast-dissolving dream. To think that you can touch a human face...

Amorous day Has burned Into a loveless dusk. The lamp posts dress in black, And mourning the death of day, They whisper: What is it to be...