An Evening in Two Stanzas at the minutiae

My poem, “An Evening in Two Stanzas,” is up at the minutiae. They’re a new journal focusing on micro poetry, flash fiction and short essays.  You can check it out here:



Desdamona’s Plea

Once upon a time, when I was a younger and more studious person,  I wrote a Shakespearean sonnet.  The speaker was Desdamona, pleading with Othello to see that she is a faithful wife. This was probably written in 1999, so it’s not exactly antique, but it is well on it’s way to being vintage.

Desdamona’s Plea

Where has thou gone my loving lad, whom years
Ago I married? I must prithee boast
Thou not that I do change. Thou hast my tears
Seen course for thee as oft as tides meet coast.
As wife I am as drawn to thee as wave
By tide and time and nature finds her place.
My loves runs quick within my veins and grave;
On sacred alter vows I spoke with grace.
Of lightness then accuse me not husband.
My love must surge with all her force and might
To heard crash against thine shifting sand.
My love is constant, would thou only bend thy sight.
Then thou should see the ebb and flow of life,
The constant cycle of thy own true wife.


You never said you would do it.
Not in so many words,
but like an oracle you told the future
as we huffed pot fumes in your bedroom
and studied the Delphi.

You said you couldn’t see a future where you existed.
I had no vision for myself, but I knew I would be alive.

You told me you would do it.
I sat at the feet of the oracle.
I heard the words, but didn’t listen
and now I sit,