The Rebirth of Rome

Walking along the ridge above the vineyard in the dappled light of an October evening the last blue black grapes withering on vines draped with golden, shivering leaves – I am accompanied only by my dog a creature accustomed to down pillows and salmon skin, who wears sweaters after first frost I look down upon … More The Rebirth of Rome

Et Tu, Pruitt?

 Et Tu, Pruitt? Et Tu, Pruitt? These couchings and these lowly courtesies Might fire the blood of ordinary men, And turn pre-ordinance and first decree Into the law of children. Be not fond, To think that Caesar bears such rebel blood That will be thaw’d from the true quality With that which melteth fools; I … More Et Tu, Pruitt?

Assorted Chocolates

Each piece in the Colonial Assortment is an uncharted island shrouded in a brown paper; a sweet shop case of lily pads from which you hop flavor to flavor. Salted Almond Caramels are tropical beach getaways, South Pacific whitewash at your toes, an endless horizon of Ganache Bliss, the mountain sleeping behind you under Scotchmallow skies. … More Assorted Chocolates

Mylar Sirens

  PART I She is fast asleep in a nest of black feathers – Raven, black creator of worlds, is still soaring over the highway, when a seagull wakes her. A pitiless sun shines its pitiless light upon the hotel windows reflecting a blank and glaring gaze towards the sea. The sky – a whirl of … More Mylar Sirens


Green, warty, and humble this small Japanese cousin of the buttercup squash has a cult following among pumpkin enthusiasts. Known for its mango flesh, its smooth texture, and its chesnutty flavor, the kabocha is revered as an aphrodisiac by squashophilic peoples of the globe. For most, any amorous feelings that arise from eating the kabocha resolve themselves on mortal men and … More Kabocha

Christmas Day

The Ocean By Nathaniel Hawthorne The Ocean has its silent caves, Deep, quiet, and alone; Though there be fury on the waves, Beneath them there is none. The awful spirits of the deep Hold their communion there; And there are those for whom we weep, The young, the bright, the fair. Calmly the wearied seamen … More Christmas Day


  Shortly after the Sonoma County wildfires were extinguished, I was asked to write a poem for the local newspaper. Everyone seemed to have a story about evacuating their pets, especially their cats. Firecats Tell me again about your cat – the one you evacuated during the wildfires how you searched for her under beds, … More Firecats