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

It's Just a Kiss Away

And which witch are you?

What blood line do you follow?

Did you hang from the gallows?

Did you mourn in uncertain sorrow?

Thoughts not clear of tomorrow?

Did you wear your sister's garter?

I met you on a beach in the south.

Under a cloudy moon and hard ocean winds we finally got some shelter and hid from your mother - our bodies pressed tight together - Your long red hair and angel mouth

I always dreamed of you in the north

The hard cool winds blowing from the lake

The soft white snow like a dove and our love

Moving to the mountains of center county was a gift of the four seasons and corners and race

In communion I tasted your nature and didn't waste

Hallelujah I'm forgiven and forgotten by your curls

But I'll never forget you - But I'll forgive me too

All the moments that were magic I had with you

All the songs I can sing on angel's wings are due

And in one moment it comes from our collided worlds

(written 2:50 a.m. november 7, 2008)