Tuesday, December 23, 2008

A prayer

How your eyes have Whitened with moist wisdom
age has forgotten the truths whispered by your once enlarged retinas
with the protective layers down illusionary mechanics have set in
to touch your skin would be like death of the soul that has passed
I will bury it and let it morph into the cocoon that has cracked
and the Precipitation will become the puddle placed at the door
where it welcomes you home for the Sabbath

Wednesday, December 10, 2008


In perfect bliss we bake
with a pinch and a roll
and we sit side by side
our hearts roll out the dough
I cherish the dough you give me
and stuff it up my nose
trying just a nibble
wanting more dough
but in the end it's all delicious
how the needing is just so

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Our Wedding Day

There was a sliver in the sky and so the Ayn Sof appeared
The Ocean was reaching up to give us a high five
On a Cliff in Mexico the Angels sang
Mazletov Mazletov Mazletov
and your tears of Joy blew me Kisses in the Wind
and I shared them with G'D above and below

Sunday, December 07, 2008


There are Needles in my fingers
They point to all that lingers
A Menagerie of sound
Like threads that are bound
And Whispers that are kept
From the tears that were wept
Swiped from the Mind that was kept
Upon the Ayin that was Deft

Saturday, December 06, 2008

Sarah's Birthday Poem

Where is the Mermaid as she floats away
Not on the surface but in the midst of the ocean spray
Her tail makes soft hums for her to sing with
And the Sea Horses strum on her flowing hair
Entranced by the Whoomph of the wind
Translucently she will blend
It matters not the ending
For the Ocean is always bending

Monday, November 24, 2008


The sand is called back to the Ocean 
Memories are called forward and put back 
Care is given in fleeting glimpses 
Out of pain comes necessity 
Joy is brought to those who are willing to receive it

Thursday, July 10, 2008


unbelievable that there are so many slivers
at one small point there could be multiple cracks
beauty is hard to find until you can look directly in the center
with shattered eyes that link back to your soul

Wednesday, July 09, 2008


a kind of special hair curled to the side
waiting to poke at the pot
adopted by the whispers of floating promises

Tuesday, July 08, 2008


Channeling Ghandi in the pot of pigs feet
sweet Jesus I praise your long locks
I offer my soul and heart to the world 
bless the children and commence in your study


unconscious frustration of conscience desires 
gladly surmising the whims of the cat 
making the katsup swim in a pool of sea salt


blackened chicken over the milk of the spit
taking off the wig I color my brow
can i look in the mirror at my red headed twin
I blow her a kiss and she gives me a wink