this is the hand
that use to hold her
this is the hand
that once felt her warmth

though I’ve still got my grip
I’m feeling more stripped
of my dignity
than ever before

this is the hand
that use to hold her
this is the hand
that lost this cold war

as my soul starts to rip
we shake hands (not fists)
with civility
why, what else? of course

Written: In those dark days between Christmas and the new year, 2016


The Hourglass

time’ll slip and slide away
through the hourglass’s hole
every thing disintegrates
given eons—all grows cold

but do not fear—come what may
stand tall! think! be bold!
and though the end may not be nigh
we still should cherish those we hold

Written: 4-24-2016

Circadian Rhythm

Wake Up. Coffee. Facebook. Facebook.
Instagram. Twitter. *Like Like Like*
“Ok!  Alright!  Just one more look…”
Blue Light—Wide Eyed—Throughout The Night

Sunshine Brightens Up Your Face. Look!
Breeze Through The Trees. Go. Take A Hike.
The Sound Of Silence. Babbling Brook.
Sunset—Sweet Dreams—Turn Off The Lights

Written: The morning of July 31, 2015

Richard Dawkins & Daniel Dennett

On June 11, 2015 I had the privilege to spend an evening with Richard Dawkins (zoologist) and Daniel Dennett (philosopher) at the Chevalier Theatre in Medford, MA. They sat and chit-chated about science, religion and the future of our world. Richard Dawkins has been an inspiration to me ever since I read his first book, The Selfish Gene, many years ago.

In line at the book signing!

Since there was a book signing, I figured I’d write them each a haiku and hand deliver them myself! Why not?

Richard’s haiku:

the fortunate ones
derive poetry from truth
and not vice versa

Daniel’s haiku:

a man of reason
finds freedom in dominos
he chooses free will


Two horsemen, one book…

Written: 2015


yes, death will find me
no more writing silly poems
no more love to give

my thoughts have now ceased
but I remain in my words
I am what I wrote

there’s no way to know
what lies on the other side
it’s a one way trip

what if when you die…
Continue? Exit? Restart?
too many choices

in sickness, in health
we forget grand perspectives
lucky to have lived

Written: 2015