Promises Of lampshades and window panes Against gray curtains Nothing notable, nothing certain Everything weary, everything dark No truth, only falsehood No light, not a spark Morning approaches Still nothing there Just faraway echoes Of gloom and despair Dusty bookcases, cobwebs abound Turn off the light, but don’t turn around Give me a signal, give me a sign Don’t lock the door for the millionth time I know you’re still out there I know that you left What I don’t know is Where promises are kep

Response to Prufrock No, sir, there will not be time For decisions, nor revisions. With every breath you speak, Another second slips away. . So, forget those silly visions Of ragged claws and mermaids. There is so much more to see and do Than dream your life away. The women come, and the women go But do you see their faces? There is so much you don’t notice When your mind is in far-off places. Do you see the tall one on diamond-studded stilts? She carries herself gracefully, a flower that never

A Cat perched by the Window- A Cat perched by the Window- Gave me a frightening glare He licked his paw and sneezed, As he dared me to come near Of all the things I’ve seen, The Creatures, big and small I’d never seen one like this- Or anything at all His Eyes circled by black rings, His tail- lined with stripes He was the strangest looking Feline I’d seen in all my life It wasn’t quite so obvious- Lit dimly by the moon- That this was not a cat at all, But a precocious young raccoon

There Goes the Bride A lover waits upon the hill at dusk, struggling to move against the breeze. He clutches a white rose against his chest. One by one, the petals are blown away by a heavy gust. The wind forces his head upward to gaze at the horizon and he trudges forward to the peak. Finally, he reaches the summit. He sits to breathe, the breath a white fog in the autumn evening. He watches the sun as it goes from gold to orange to pink – to night. At last, she approaches. She glides across th