Thursday, September 29, 2011


Though you complain of my reticence,
I shall rather not discuss my life,
Which revolves around your memories
In ways that you would not approve.

Let there be talk of ailments and ill-weather
Sandwiched between hellos and goodbyes.
At least, there shall be no need to
Resort to a subterfuge of silence.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Remembering the ninth year of the millennium

My mornings’ glory, my evenings’ nest,
You were my mooring in life’s unrest.

(But let us agree it was not love, if that is what makes you feel good: we never even had a song for us.)

Now all that I have must seem enough
For nothing more can be had.
On a stained pink bed-cloth lies tarnished,
Freezing, frozen Silver.

Friday, September 09, 2011


It continues to rain here, 
And all is soggy,
A damp delirium
Punctuated with Wittgensteinian yawns.

In centuries like these
My petite ponderings seek refuge
In damp margins
Of university notebooks
Shoved under dorm pillows.

Wednesday, September 07, 2011


If ever a morning, lost, finds its way
From the gutters of my dreams,
Through the wasted gargoyles
Of your downtown church,
To your quizzical frown,
Would you wish it well?

Would you take him home?

Sunday, September 04, 2011

Dear R

I was naïve, thinking
Someday I shall accomplish
Loving you no more.

Is it foolish to
Love, when one is aware of
no hope, no hope, none?

Yes, I am a fool.
I continue loving you,
Always and forever

May you find love, true,
Wherever you desire.
Happiness and peace.