Orange Cat Haiku

Cat in the window
Meowing unheard all night
And still she persists.


Poetry Pie

Didn’t everyone used to have those magnetic poetry kits, random words printed on little magnetic tiles? I recently found these verses magnetized in a dark corner of the house. I don’t know how long they’d been lurking there, or who arranged them. I make no claim to profundity.

essential dream of music
lying bare
and only here
may the goddess
recall her shadow.

blow the most music
under a shadow sky
leave blaming & still scream
never say you asked
who was next
or gorgeous like a chain
fall through smooth apparatus
above a mad sausage puppy
not using those crushing beauty
show some produce.

Poetry Pies

One Word

One word at a time.
One step at a time.
One day at a time.
One thing at a time.

I am reduced to a life of ones.

How soon
One letter
No steps
One hour, one minute.

This one life
And I search for  meaning
One breath
At a time.


I used to write poetry, back when I had aspirations to be Alan Ginsberg. There was someone else doing a very good job at being Alan Ginsberg at the time, so I had do my poetic dabbling under my own name (occasionally as Harry Stevens, or Harvin Stephis). Like much of my other writing, I discover these things, and read them, and I’m not sure I understand them. But then, maybe that’s not the point.