Category: poetry

Fire Island

September 14, 2006

Fire Island Twisted petals And leaves of spearmint trees Strewn about the wooden planks, Tell us of the coming squall. On any other day, You’d only see the whites of the leaves If you looked up, but today the tide is high. The way they flip and dance, Agile somersaults to an island rhythm, Remind…

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I Wait and Listen for the Call

May 23, 2003

I Wait and Listen for the Call I used to wait and listen for the call The call to whisk these dreams into passion To turn this angst into art To cruise into the sunlit paths of discovery Then to rise up… Feeling the tension and nervous energy That threatens to destroy my sanity Disengaging…

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