white noise


thunder of earth tearing itself tectonically,

volcanically, and then the tsunami

rushing on-shore, ash gushing into sky,

people consumed in water or fire


thunder of missiles from predator drones,

bombs blowing up mud homes or

churches or subways and then come

the shrieks of people interrupted


or mother’s open-mouthed gasping,

eyes half-lidded, unfocused,

nonetheless teaching me a final lesson,

by working her way toward death


all cacophony suddenly hushes

as I watch the five-year old

run with the dog through the orchard

in and out of yellow-gold light


just the noise of holding my breath



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I've been writing mostly poetry for many years and have gotten a number of works accepted in publications and anthologies. I'm most interested in communicating with poets for whom craft is a high priority. I enjoy finding and commenting on poetic gems in other people's work. For my own work, I welcome polite comments, whether positive or critical.

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