The Felt Moon

Felt moon

On my eyes

As I lie awake and


To its light opaque color

Pasting its crispness

Upon me

The moon and its mysteries

Lie beyond me


Call the Feathers

Call the feathers

In a straight fashion

Walking down the isle of



Holding up

The human evolution

Call the feathers

Call the boots

Ease the tensions

Erase the loops

Here come the birds

Rainy Lazy

Lazy rain

On a Monday

New Year’s Eve

Hours away

Bring the fresh start

Without the clouds

Doing their part

Come new year

In due time

Start again

Feeling fine

Ship Canal

When the Des Plaines and Illinois Rivers


Headed to the Mississippi

There is a pace

Nestled on the shores

Of Lake Michigan

Black building scraping the sky

Leaning back

On the windy side

At the bed of the river

Lies mysteries

And long live series

Notes and pens

Float at the riverbed

Years of passing through a city’s heart

And in all of our heads

When the three rivers make one

And down stream it flows

Through Chicago