2009 E-Book Poetry


Last Words Out

Bridge to Love

February Nights



Maybe You’ll Shine

Six O’clock Whistle


The Archeology of Sound

Candles and Cognac

Would You Say You’re in Love

Between Christmas and Thanksgiving

New Hard Times

Come Over You

No More Words

Tiny Pricks

Birthday in the Sun

It’s Just a Kiss Away

Kissing Your Neck

Corduroy, Fleece and Flannel

Who Do Voodoo on You

A Prescribed Ego

Lemons and Limes

Women and Wine

No More Bones for You

the Power of a Daydream


a Graveyard Gives

Beside the River

Everyday Americans

Wish You No Harm

Wooden Floors

Ride Away


Two Wastes of Life

In Bed at Cheteau Marmont

Jim Sheridan Took My Shirt

Perfect July Nite in L.A.

Independent Lens

Ah, Saturdays

Where It All Begins

If It’s One to Ten She’s a Twelve

and That’s Why She’s Always



Rock & Roll Music

Man and Twelve String Guitar Make History

Friday at 3:00 a.m.

The Way My Sisters’ Children Used to Play

Front Porch

The Devil’s Music

Young Love

Sunny Sunshine

Norms, Values and People Who Think They Have the Right to Tell You What to Do


Escort Economy

Pink Red Dress

Behind the Waterfall


The Ledger

Expanding Universe

Supportive Hope

Johnny English and the Aliens

Christmas Barrette

Max's Kansas City

one pay check away

be my everyday

Take the Change

i don't even know her name

be myself

Black Magik Blood


Morning Sun

Wolf Hollow Inn


Poetry 101: Ecstatic Vision

D.C. Blues

Dear Pittsburgh Penguins

a Hot Mess

Yeah You

A Hot Mess

It was 1942 or 45
Miss May was just
Happy to be alive
She kissed a sailor
That lived to tell
But never knew
The anonymous hell
And the seed grew into
A little darling girl who
Got the name of Bell
And she’d ring-a-ding
On her pink Schwinn bike
And then in 1966 fell into
The summer and love
And Bobby- he gave her
A diamond ring and
In a church they sang
And Momma was happy
And she sang along with
The man Bell knew as Dad
And whether or not, well,
She was glad he was kind
And Momma always smiled
So that day turned to night
And as wedding nights go
The band played on and on
And fine champagne flowed
Then came the time for bed
He laid her down & said, “Ill
Always love you” and he did
And that night bore fruit that
Came so sweet and was just
The beginning of a life of good
Winnings and just so rightly so
The middle child she was wild
And in her early twenties -in the
Twenty First Century- although
It’s a little tough on us all, wow,
She makes me smile when I look
At her and with her eyes she smiles
And says what a hot mess she is and
She is. What a hot mess she always is