Poem of the Month
Full Moon Over Monterey Bay, February 2019
No veil of mist to hide your face,
tonight I am the fog at your feet.
We know each other well, sister,
if not always by familiar light,
unmistakable by alibi.
Desert Sunrise, January 2019
Behind me, California sleeps,
the toast barely up in Albuquerque,
the coffee lukewarm in Omaha,
Detroit already revealed for
everything it will never be.
Tarek Compares Beauty and Thunder, December 2018
I’ve never stood opposite the Mona Lisa.
I’ve never heard the euphoria of “Ode to Joy”
or the bloom of Vivaldi’s “Spring.”
read moreEinstein in California, November 2018
Though his favorite playground
sat between his ears,
he loved the fat, easy days
of a California summer.
Everything’s For Sale, October, 2018
I put the sign in the window:
Everything’s For Sale.
All aisles must be cleared,
every shelf must be emptied,
Beauty’s Saddle, September, 2018
Beauty’s in the next room
and everyone’s enchanted.
She’s sitting on a piano, singing
an Irish drinking song, sober
as a Monday morning.