In his book, “What to Say – When You Talk To Yourself”, acclaimed psychologist Dr. Shad Helmstetter wrote, “During the first eighteen...

Wine-maiden Of the jazz-tuned night Lips Sweet as purple dew, Breast Like pillows of all sweet dreams, Who crushed The grapes of joy And...

Number runner Come to my door. I had swore I wouldn’t play no more. He said, Madam, 6-0-2 Looks like a likely Hit for you. I said, Last...

Happiness is when you find some rice in the rice bin you thought was empty and you know you’re all right for another month Happiness is...

let all poems speak and address themselves let each phrase like hair on a head comb itself back madame walker style let the love poems...

Whose children are these? Who do these children belong to? With no power to watch over, He looks at them, sleeping, Exhaustion...

Poems are not places. There are no maps for centuries where the geography of skin is anonymous in memory. I am a second hand dream in...

Billie Holiday’s burned voice had as many shadows as lights, a  mournful candelabra against a sleek piano the gardenia her signature...

In the highflown language Of moon travelers Social scientist sort our hearts- Add their smog-crippled vision- And rearrange our private...

Right now a moment in time is fleeting by! Capture its reality in paint! To do that we must put all else out of our minds. We must become...

Naked, he lies in the blinded room chainsmoking, cradled by drugs, by jazz as never by any lover’s cradling flesh. Miles Davis cooly...

For those of us at the shoreline standing upon the constant edge of decision crucial and alone for those of us who cannot induldge the...

Dexter Gordon’s tenor sax plays “April in Pairs” inside my head all the way back on the bus from Double Bay. Round Midnight, the 50’s,...

When I dance, I dance, when I sleep, I sleep; yes, and when I walk alone  in a beautiful orchard, if my thoughts drift to far-off matters...

I love you for your browness And the rounded darkness of your breast. I love you for the breaking sadness in your voice And the shadows...

Then the hermit, who visited the city once a year, came forth and said, Speak to us of Pleasure. And he answered saying; pleaseure is a...

A pair of feet, born so nimble, Whirl around like the wind. A soft scent wafts from the hem of her clothes; Love blossoms all over the...

He was first seen in a Louisiana bayou, Playing chess with an intellecual lobster, They burned his linoleum house alive And sent him off...

I wish them cramps. I wish them a strange town and the last tampon. I wish them no 7-11. I wish them one week early and wearing a white...

Apathy is ascribed to the modest man, Fraud to the devout, Hypocrisy to the pure, Cruelty to the hero, Hostility to the anchorite,...