Friday, April 29, 2011

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

leafless branches
eagerly telegraph
their encrypted communiques
in crisp little clicks and clacks

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Sunlight filtering through
a gap in the curtains
burnishes the nutshells
to a rich mahogany.
Succumbing to temptation
is not necessarily
a mistake.

Friday, April 22, 2011

Snow falls
so silently, that
I am momentarily convinced
of my own deafness.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

I will define
a cataract;
the naturally occurring analogue
of a frosted pane
of glass.
the textured exterior
of Ethel's refrigerator
resembles a schematic
of the Amazonian river system
 

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Monday, April 11, 2011

Buds are starting to swell
on branches still bare;
yet, at the end of a single twig
a tiny flower has
opened alone.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Fog
smudges
the horizon line.
The darkness
of night
erases it.

Friday, April 8, 2011

today's frustrations
settled to the bottom
of my wine glass
with the dregs

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

our old stone
birdbath
is hosting
the ablutions of the
local sparrows


Tuesday, April 5, 2011

splotched
oilcloth
protects
the studio
table from
paint
spills

Monday, April 4, 2011

Sunday, April 3, 2011

My large
armchair
has a hidden
lever to
launch
the unsuspecting
visitor

Friday, April 1, 2011