Depression

moving through aspic
living just outside of time
tired and alone

persistent rain-
a raven just
beyond the glass

Memorial

it’s far too simple-
these old men send the sons of
others to their deaths

a spring breeze-
the fog of war
swept out to sea

Lips

a wine glass empty
save for the mark your lips made
when kissing the rim

thick woolen socks-
a spark jumps
between our lips

Vessel

a soul deeply flawed
ichorous and fetid cast
from a broken mold

bathing rituals-
filing ewers by
the riverbanks

Bashert

around my ankle
an invisible red thread
that binds me to you

a cardinal-
in the holly his mate
awaits his return

Birth

midwinter moonlight-
hushed stillness split by the cries
of mother and child

nesting jays-
the silence of
broken eggshells

Relationship

clearing the tables-
the bartender stacks the chairs
yet we’re still talking

lost in your eyes-
waiting to speak
two simple words

Distance

grey unseeing eyes-
where do you go when you’re gone
far away from here

fields of lavender-
safe spaces
inside her head

City

a dank feeble breeze-
the rumble of the el train
passing my window

distant sirens-
my room awash
in a neon glow

Shoah

ashen metal sky-
slowly rolling cattle cars
descend into hell

chain link fence-
the walking dead
in black and white