This is a series of poems I wrote in the 1990s. Some of these have been published in America and Europe; others have never been published before. These are poems that reflect two of my interests as a poet: minimalism and melody. The minimal vocabulary used in the poems forces the lines to deconstruct each other, revealing a multitude of meanings, while the melodic structure of the lines prevents them from becoming too repetitive. Use the list of contents on the left to navigate the poems more easily.

Ars Poetica Americana

Make a list of all the rules of poetry
And then break every rule

The list rules poetry
Break the list
Then make the rules

Break the list
Break all the rules of poetry
Then make the list
Make all the rules of poetry

Make a list of every rule
And then make poetry of every rule

Break the list
Break all the rules
And rule poetry

Make a list of every break of the rules
And then make poetry

A Poem With Trees

Sitting alone under trees
A poem in my hand
Sitting alone
Trees in my hand
Trees in a poem
Alone under trees
Sitting under a hand
In my trees
Sitting alone in a poem
In a trees poem
A poem sitting in my trees
My hand in a poem
My hand under trees
Alone
A poem sitting alone
Under my trees

Inconvenient Chairs

I keep trying but I can't get it right
I keep trying but I can't get it
I can't get it right
I can't keep it
But I can't keep trying
I keep trying to get it
But I can't get it right
I can't get it right

Hidden away inside your home
Put up walls to shield yourself from the world
Safe and sound inside your home
Lock the doors to protect yourself from the world

Right trying can't get it
It can't get right
I can't right
But I keep trying
Can't keep trying but I get it
I get it
I can't get it
I can't get it right

May

1
My love is her life
Her life is my love
All her love is my life
Love is life

No more Rage
No more Haste

All love is her life
Her life is all love
All my life is her love
Life is love

No more Haste
No more Rage

2
All her life
No more Rage

Her love
No more Haste

3
My life
No more Haste

In my love
No more Rage

Charity Bomb

If he's losing his anger
He's losing
If he's losing his anger
He's losing

We want to
When we clear your eyes
When we shout
We want to clear your eyes

If he's losing his anger
He's losing
If he's losing his anger
He's losing

When we shout
We want to clear your eyes
When we shout
We clear your eyes

If he's losing his anger
He's losing

When we shout
When we want to clear your eyes

Clear your eyes
We want to clear your eyes

Sunday

We could be anything
Within you
Without you
Take this life
Tear these dreams away
We could be anything
Tear these dreams
Without you
This life
We could be anything
Within me
Take these dreams away
Tear this life
We could be anything
Without you
Within me
These dreams
Tear this life away
We could be anything