Coffee and Sachertorte

Do not write in words sea-sickon a postcard but paint mewith a damp brush on a warm canvas,like all your other women.I sit here in this Viennese cafédrinking bitter coffee, sweetenedwith bites of Sachertorte,enveloped in the pungent smoke of cigars,reading postcards from Klimt,and all I can think of are poplars,beech forests and lakes.You hide from […]

Daughter

Golden haired and violet eyed,Running and jumping by my side,A happy child, with a smile so wide. I missed her when she left our home,New life, new friends, her childhood done,Nervous that my bird had flown. Excited that she found her man; pride,Elation when she became a bride,Laughing and beaming at her husband’s side. Lovely […]

A Train Ride Home

I look back on my life,trying to find the splicebetween child and adult,and find iton a train ride home. I’m not long off the Oostende ferry,all set for a week in London;I have a poem half-done,balanced on my knees. From the open window, a sharp breezethreatens to blow it away;I tuck my notebook under my […]