On a Picnic Table at the Blue Creek Windmill Farm They dip their paddles Into the white-watered blue, The windmills, Keeping perfect time. I have never missed a note Playing The air guitar. There is a stack of 45s Jammed... Continue Reading →
Latitude Sometimes it’s enough to know that a chicken preceded this egg, that some crossed the Atlantic, and others, yes, the road. Perhaps I am too enamored of this fondness for imprecision, never certain where evening ends in your latitude,... Continue Reading →
At the Bookstore In the narrow aisle between two long rows of crammed bookshelves I watch intently as you try to recall the name of that small French children’s book meant for adults. You look away, lost in clouds that... Continue Reading →
A Bad Dream I had a bad dream last night. Probably too many scary movies, I’m sure you’ll say. I’ll turn over and I’ll believe you completely And let you hold me as I tell you about my truth-less nightmare:... Continue Reading →
Commuters The puppy sun licks at my face not letting me sleep. I wake aboard an inbound train uncurling in my seat. A man flips through a file, his office formed by knees and shirt. His neighbor’s paper crinkles, each... Continue Reading →
Hospice House They’ve been numerically labeled all their lives first husbands, second wives the last four of their social security number Not anymore for here each room is the name of a tree What used to be 227 is now... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 