another daydream

another daydream

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Forwarding Address

Forwarding Address

Never mind: the tiffs,
tumbleweeds of parched weeks,
weaknesses that crevice deep,
fault lines of fear.  

Rise from your grave years.

Give sadness:
no cozy sanctuary,
no hall of sterile statuary, 
no sugarcoating polish.  

Etch a sylvan trail through tarnish.


Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Instagram Inspired

"Wayword" originally published in Englyn Journal, Issue Two
Also shared on Instagram, where you can follow me, charhogepoet:

Friday, June 8, 2018



When a door closes, there
was never a door. Or,
I could be wrong.

In Thailand it’s bad luck
to step squarely
onto thresholds––even
with shoes removed.

Be aware of a crossroads
to enter a place––
leave the rubble of the road
and go unlaced, eyelets
with their strings attached
left on the stoop.

Upon return,
check for small frogs nestled
in footbeds.
Make no assumption
that things are as they have been. 


Friday, May 18, 2018


Orange Vest 

On an old shale logging road
we cross one stream, another,
farther and farther

stirring our own sap upward,
sluggish, we meander on instinct,
pick up the pace in our woods  

we’ve walked over and over
a hundred acres is what it takes
to lose track of what infiltrates

headlines of papers and posts;
we pass the remnant of a fence
rubble mound of a cairn

on a slope of land an echo
away from hunters domain
our dominion ribboned in

rays that splinter through trees,
we proceed vested as human-
kind to remind we are not prey


Monday, May 7, 2018



backward is wolf
is fur is tracks is dirt
of grasses of lawns
with signs “hate has
no home here”
with sighs of willows
will, oh will we know
neighbors born of
family trees deforested
of stories hoarded
not to end but to bend
into wind whipping
a whip-poor-will
calls a repeated refrain
to cry its name
the ten thousand things
are one and the
same word
forward is flow


"Flow" was commissioned by the artist Josephel-Padraig Normile on the occasion of his art opening and my poetry reading at Take Five Meditation, May 4.  

Monday, April 30, 2018

Dreaming of a Destination


You’re a muscle memory
yet to be acquired, a taste
well-known––of tagine and harissa. 
How I miss you when we haven’t met.
See your lantern lit in my library.

Adams Morgan is a pseudo-souk 
––I’m sold on a pair of your babouche.
Impractical footwear gets me nowhere
near a medina, but shuttles after quaint. 
These bids to make your acquaintance.
See? Your lantern lit in my library.



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Friday, April 20, 2018

Poetry + Art + Meditation in DC

First Friday Dupont on May 4 in Washington, DC: Join me for a poetry reading combined with an art opening, and experience a meditation class (or two) at Take Five Meditation.

Thursday, April 5, 2018

Prompted by Poetry Month

Rampant Writing

no one will read…for poets
are cropping up like a luxury

of weeds: sagebrush, mugwort, nettle;
not the sort of plant anyone chooses
for plots aiming to be garden beds,

but the kind that catches by

causes sneezing
that creates a seismic shift
along cranial synarthroses,

refocusing the eyes, and somewhere
someone will say “bless you”


Photo by Sally & Andy Wasowski