Dear Iris (A poem)

Today’s epistle, another terzanelle, is inspired by my choice to work on my tax return today… I swear, now you’re just toying with me getting my hopes up, and then WHAM! You know it doesn’t take much to make me dizzy… If the window’s closed, the door won’t slam It seems I can’t escape the [...]

A long-awaited truth (A poem)

Back to the epistles again, after a short break. You are happy now, I cannot deny That’s a truth for which you waited long You need no more to wonder why For your heart now sings a brand new song writ of joy, unbridled and free That’s a truth for which you waited long Worry not, my [...]

To the tap dancer centre stage (A poem)

Continuing the epistles with another terzanelle. That’s an awkward dance you’re performing Are you sure you’re getting through? It’s a little bit shaky—but you are charming All those people on the stage, and the focus is on you The place is heating up, the smoke on the rise Are you sure you’re getting through? Either way, it’s such a [...]

Iacta alae est (The die is cast) (A poem)

This poem, about Santos Laboy, who was killed in an encounter with Massachusetts State Police in June 2015, was originally written for the Lament for the Dead website. Since the site is no longer online (it was taken down last October), I thought I would repost. Fortunately, it still counts as an epistle. You can read my original post about [...]

Our first date was on Valentine’s Day (A poem)

Back to the epistles again. When he read those words about being in love I couldn’t help but think of you the small moments that we shared the laughs we had the feelings we tried so hard to resist I’m so glad we gave in it may not have been enough but what we had has stayed [...]

Admonition to my mirror self (A poem)

Back to the epistles, this time in the form of a terzanelle. When you look in the mirror you see only failure and success you see only beauty and horror What about the rest— lessons learned and life lived? You see only failure and success For all the fucks you say you give not much seems [...]

Turning back to the path I thought I was on before life took me somewhere else (A poem)

Writing epistles is harder than I thought it would be. So far, I feel like I’m ending up with a really bad ‘artist’s rendering’… There’s an old photo on your wall of a diner somewhere on the coast No place you’ve ever been— a gas station probably stands there now There’s a picture of you on the [...]

Secrets and unanswered questions (A poem)

A new poem in my February series of epistles. Out of respect for privacy, I am not mentioning the subject of this one. You really are something of a mystery Nobody knows what goes on inside your head So many secrets and unanswered questions and things hiding in the shadows I didn’t ask about the [...]