by
No I am not
just to say not
but to resist
the pat reply
to stand still
on the line
to push against
the cliched phrase
the simple answer
and ignore the grey
where talk hones
on night’s edge
and stars burst
like dandelions
across the sky
(October 2, 2026)
a self-portrait
I rarely look
for very long
into mirrors
these days.
No one’s there
I know. I know
the cliche— I am
the mirror no more.
I see I’m old:
mom’s tired face;
dad’s nightly stumbles
down the hall.
I am not
what I see.
(October 1, 2026)
by
Here, again, like now—
say these: I Don’t
Know, and In my Darkness
are recurrent phrases
cast continuously, and
which sit like seeds
waiting to germinate
on the fallow ground
of my mundane life.
(September 28, 2026)
