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

In bed at Chateau Marmont

In the middle of the bed on a
Good morning in L.A. with the
Grateful Dead playing in the player -
I was fixated on "Playing in the Band,"
"Brown Eyed Women" & "Ramble on Rose."

After repeatedly (really) listening to the whole
CD over & over & over again -and, then those songs,
In the middle of the bed in peaceful restoration
Following several nights of late and sunny days ---

In and out of sleep = Conscious now of every single second
With the brilliant Hollywood sunny morning inviting me I
Was still so intent on listening to "Brown Eyed Women" and
"Ramble on Rose" just a few more times before getting-up

And that's when it happened. That is when it happened.

In the middle of the bed at Chateau Marmont listening to
These three songs of the Grateful Dead I could have sworn
That I was in an extraordinarily lush and dense forest with
Radiant and penetrating sun light shinning down on me
From above with a serene & surreal peaceful, joyful feeling
Surrounding me and exuding from every fiber of existence

And then John Belushi (another guest of Chateau Marmont)
Was clearly held in my mind's eye in a blissful vision.... .... ....
He made me smile both inside and out and laugh out loud ---
Loudly, as he famously raised one of his eye brows in an arch
Profoundly speaking to me while slapping me upside the head

... ... ... ...

We all know why we're here ... Well, at least, I know why I'm here