Tag Archive: Love


Though they cover my eyes with the fold,
spin me around, and drop me where
up is down and here is there, 
I still find my way 
back home

Michael 2022

With Intent

Though the most heinous deeds
cannot shatter our faith in humanity,
one small act of kindness and civility
can wholly rekindle it

cc: Chagall 2022

A Foot Maybe More

I tell her
it's starting to snow
she says
it suffices to say snow falling
I kiss her and ask
why not then simply snowfall?
she closes her eyes, whispers
maybe just snow

cc: Chagall 2022

For Hon’

I helped an old lady -
planed her stuck-door,
enables her to come and go
as she pleases

To finish the job where the plane does not travel
(at the door-bottom) I needed a rat-bastard file

she knew what they were - 
My late husband called them dose rat bastids
- and where his were

love to 
las abuelas

cc: Chagall 2021

Alla Breve

I wish we'd had more time, son -
another chorus, another round,
a chance to make music again

Time moves too quickly
to the coda

Let's play it from the top, 
one last time with feeling - con gusto - 
while you solo, quietly I will sidle away

cc: Chagall 2021

The Snug of the Neck

I have the same wonder for stars as my Mother,
knowing there's one for each
of us

of the stars 
we are

She said with each navel God proclaimed
You're done!

with a celebratory twist of her finger
to coil the cord tight

I asked her how did she know it was me,
knowing at the time I was somehow destined
to be her baby, less knowing of the biology 
of how such could be so, imagining myself 
lost in a sea of babies in bassinets, her face 
pressed against a glass trying to find me

And my Mother simply said
You smiled

in my head
are many stars

Chagall 2020

The Conditional

If you follow a butterfly's flight intently,
hold it unswerving in the palm of your eye,
trace every turn, each subtle winged gesture, 
emboss on your mind her cursive persuasion...

ultimately she will alight on you

Chagall 2020

Till Then (The Coming)

The little engine that could,
minuscule humans who might,
worlds cry that shouldn’t,
cosmos states thou shan’t,
God who simply is, then isn’t,
but was, at least for now

Chagall 2019

I’m Just Saying

Making music is the most fun one can have
with clothes on.

Without clothes?

Why, making pasta carbonara, of course!

Chagall 2019

Sez Oo?

OK, drop your hands if you don’t love Flintstones!
Ah, Jacques non a dit pas. Bye-bye. À la prochaine.

Chagall 2017

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