Hallway to Nowhere

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  • Furnishings (Poem)

    say you are happy

    (you are) enough to do these things

    drape a grin across the chair

    wry to match the Midcentury mod

    be careless with laughter

    so it clumps like dust in every corner

    leave spare joy in the outside lobby

    for anyone who lacks their own

    simcha poretz geder

  • I Heard About The Cat (Poem)

    how long have you been gone

    always

    I have never been here

    or there or anywhere

    poised on the threshold

    of forever

    curiously looking into these rooms

    knowing that for me

    the first step will be lethal

  • Careful Now (Poem)

    I am friendly as a golden dog

    offer stories with a nonchalant hand

    share belongings if I see a need

    but I am watching always

    subtle shifts unnoticed tells

    giveaways in tone and body

    that signify intent

    let the casual take me for naive

    my smile can sharpen into a knife

    if you’re lucky, I’ll just walk away

    before you see the blade