fox in Clifton Park

a fox in Clifton Park
crossed a road,
slipped among shadows.

some shadows are happy to be stretched
down long roads of abandonment.
then again some girls are easily bare
long legs thin and tough, scrambling side to side.

absurd, a fox here in a park of burnt out grass
trees choked
shadows stretched too thin
but hey, that’s the city.

around every corner, alley, boarded home, rats find a nibble.
girls slowly pull on their tights.

a fox makes a deal and gets away.

Congrats to my hometown heroes: The Baltimore Ravens

I just want to relive the moment again.
Ravens win!
Streets filling, dancing and chanting in a flurry of snowy excitement,
beads bouncing around my shoulders,
a beer here, a purple shot there…

and every time they mention Baltimore from that confetti-filled dome
a swell of noise …

Relive the highs of every touchdown and anxiety of
“don’t let this slip away, man don’t let it slip away”

Relive 4 seconds giving way to
strangers high fiving, hugging,
all of us family in a city
known for grit and determination and connectedness as much as violence,
yes, we have a chip on our shoulder, yes we think the world is out to get us,
and yes,
last night… we were ON TOP OF THE WORLD.

believe in yourself
is the lesson

all drenched in a beautiful sea of purple.

(author is in the middle – we’re number 1!)

full moon hidden by unseasonsal January haze

full moon, we shall have no w o r d s

tonight, all inhibitions obfuscated by your
veiled threats of rain

don’t brush them off

keep certain eyes off long legs clicking on heels down the cracked city
sidewalk, look past
all these unforgivable glances
between us shadowy figures swapping sips behind the
loading dock, us strangers
stretching by a brick wall
new hands tingling under a cloak of
hazed obscurity

time to come together

It is a time to come together. Watch as the lights, even the littlest, show us how to shine –
hug your children, feel smoothness of such skin still without regret, disappointment, and
Know: the world will eventually end, yet we can hold hands with love in a moment
that will shine on and on as surely as moist breath and tears return to heaven as rain.

*for all those lost today in CT. our thoughts and love are with you.

Old Buidling on Keith Ave. in the Canton Industrial Park

She sighs over heavy machinery, coal, ship dock hands
a headless apparition
from a more affluent era
her sequin flapper dress just
metal window frames rusted
a shimmer from broken glass
against the backdrop of a dark
modern October cloud bank
she once was someone statuesque
the men couldn’t take their eyes off.
Now, phantom, feel the wind blow straight through your spine.