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

Six O'clock Whistle

Everyday the six o'clock whistle would blow
The location of the whistle was a few blocks
Away from the house I called home all my life
Until I moved out however the house my father
Once lived was located right at the corner where
The six o'clock whistle blew each & everyday
And could be heard on the hill & down in town
During the winter months it may have indicated
A start of a street hockey game until homework
Or in the summer months signify the calming of
A brilliant dusk above the river & over the valley
I loved the town I grew-up in and parents still live
My father settled there after leaving a little village
In Italy as did a lot of others did from his village
Settling in the same town or neighboring towns and
Providing me with the fortunate and secure sense
Of good friends & family I learned to love & respect
My mother grew-up in this town as well and also
Had a large network of family and friends who were
Active and also provided me with security and love
Nowadays I live just a few towns over and up the river Where there are also big hills & trains that run along And there is a whistle that blows at 9:45 p.m. for Some sort of curfew, I believe, and I live closer to it And our dog barks and howls everytime he hears it
Which makes my wife say he acts like it's the first
I miss the six o'clock whistle and hearing it howl
While inside my parent's home watching local news
Yet indeed I'm quite certain I'd miss the 9:45 too