another daydream

another daydream

Friday, November 1, 2019

"Uber Rubric"

Uber Rubric

Autumn is an aria––
warm tones of yellow, orange, red.
Resonance resounding
as conversations shift in sedans, suvs
––oratorio out of the ordinary
when solo rounds have company.
We confess from front and back seats
to know a thing or two about the weather
and whether our exchange is philosophy,
prophecy, or counsel as strangers
in an arranged ride. Outside, the wind
greets leaves with a shake and lets
them loose, an encounter that will color
sidewalks, curbs, alleys, forest floors
alike. Yellow, orange, red––more
ground to cover at each stoplight. 


Thursday, October 17, 2019

Something for Autumn

Leaves in Couplets

Some would rather plead than leave,
lack etiquette


~           ~           ~           ~           ~           ~    

What happened to the raking of the Rake? Such soliloquies
lose cadency by the Blowers of the leaves.

~           ~           ~           ~           ~           ~

I’d like to bask in the befores, afores, the eves,
and idle        between        the turning leaves.

~           ~           ~           ~           ~           ~

                     ~ LCMH

Wednesday, October 2, 2019

"Dead Journalist"

Dead Journalist

October 2nd.
There’s a blank column
staunch as a pillar
on page A27
of the Washington Post
reserved for the writer
who would have had
something to say,
who has something to say
by effacement.
The stop of speech
hits like stone, like matter.
But what matters doesn’t
...when tangibles tangle
our pleasantries.
The sinews of silence
stand up, stand anyway,
ready to run for their life.


Monday, September 23, 2019

A Dour Ditty


Dry the grass
the action past
dry without mast
will not sail east
north south west
seems a storm be best
seems the clouds must
amass must cuss
us out to summon dust
of our victories dust
of our complacent
posture holding us fast


Wednesday, September 11, 2019

Poetry Performance by Streetcar

Catch the streetcar and catch the poetry performance "Charise & Seema: We Mean It."
I'm delighted to team up with the poet Seema Reza to read our poems on a moving streetcar,
8:00 to 9:00 pm this Saturday, September 14, for Art All Night on H Street, Washington, DC.
I'll be bringing a tambourine and some dance moves for this festive evening! 

Tuesday, August 20, 2019

"Letter from Bundi City"

Letter from Bundi City

If you were still standing
in your Mississippi kitchen
cooking okra you had sliced
and coated with corn meal,
I would tell you that in India
they prepare them whole,
called ladyfingers,
at this rooftop café
wrapped by barbed wire
to keep the monkeys at bay.

There’s a view of the palace
and few visitors
to these ruins of grandeur,
yet someone sprinkled red
rose petals on the marble throne;
and a flock of schoolchildren
press and plead for my autograph,
as if any foreign blond be praised.

It’s best to walk behind a cow
that is divinely carefree
like your great-granddaughters
(there are two now),
as motorbikes whiz past shops
with colorful cloth to sell;
and I would tell you thanks
for the patchwork quilt
you nearly finished sewing.


Tuesday, August 6, 2019


Painting by JP Normile

uselessness of figuring it/

outdoors, amble amidst trees/

            rambling concerns/ 

pine needles comb/

            long excuses/

 water’s fingers run alongside


Tuesday, July 16, 2019

little poem on a high shelf

Thanks to High Shelf Press for publishing "Onrush," which can be found in issue VIII on their site, as well as in print via Amazon or Barnes and Noble. This gorgeous issue showcases writing, art, and photography (