Glass House Poetry

Stay with me for a while, the night will close Its doors, after we enter them, the moon Illuminates our footsteps, but suppose We walk...

I dream of spiders crawling on the bed, As they climb over me, spinning their thread,   Biting my arms and legs with pin-prick knives,...

The out and in, the swinging door, The turnstile when he hoped for more, Some clippings from the local news, The wasted ink upon his...

She poses for a silhouette, Alas, but not a daguerreotype, A heart, beset, a soul so ripe.   Her palette dabbed with shades of mirth, Her...

It has become second nature, Doing the things she did before, When I once imitated her, The child I was.    Now even more, I study life...

You did not like to talk about the war, But I could see the anguish in your eyes, The reflex of your hand touching a scar.   How many...

Mother, sister, peas in a pod, Forgive me if I find it odd, Your incestuous liaison, Each of you play the other’s pawn.   Though you have...

One for the earth The spring’s rebirth About again A nesting wren Woodpeckers knock And neighbors talk Wandering deer With April near The...

He puts his talent to a lonely skill, Working at what never comes easily. Truth answers only when his heart is still, A hunter who must...

Lost in thought when the train passes my stop, I hear a voice, “This is the end of the line, ‘Last stop in Harlem, where the sun don’t...

I’m done in by the snow, The blistery reality of thirty-five below.   In frigid cold I burn, My fingers lost to arctic frost, My toes are...

Abe Lincoln had a memory of steel, He said so, placing a note in his hat. Besides his great capacity to feel, No less for a slave, than...

At low tide, the green scarves of seaweed Have adorned a necklace of broken shells, A shawl of glistening wells, where waves creep,...

Love is patient, but not always wise, Allowing her to dance in fields of red, A wife he loves too often to chastise, Afraid to lose her...

I have been lost before, The smoky corridor And the ghost-eerie glen, My mind is lost again.   No open gate or gap, An incoherent map, No...

She said,  “It looks like we’re getting some rain ‘This afternoon.  I feel it in my knees.”   First thing I noticed, walking from the...

The flecked blue stone I buried in the snow, Robbed from my finger one forsaken night, Snowflakes circled, pristine and sugar white, The...

It is a child who mutilates the rose, A child that strips rose petals from the stem, Her sticky hands wrapped around all of them.   She...

It fluttered near my red geranium, A single hummingbird with dizzy wings, Hovered for nectar, for what small income Could be harvested...

The hour of magic when two worlds meet, Half dreaming, still asleep, slightly awake, Alerted by a voice before daybreak, Like one who...