One California Bus He leans into his phone like he’s confessing. His lips move but no one hears him. Tapping his left foot against the wheel well you know he wants to vacate this lesser vehicle and set free his... Continue Reading →
Comma People From across the room it's easy to see they are comma people, parsing each others' dialogue, now having a conversation about the dictionary, now references the perfect way to use a semicolon, now listening to others with red... Continue Reading →
Castoffs I didn’t say half of what I wanted That day we met for the last time Complaining about the weather and working too hard giving you countless opening for reassuring words which never came You didn’t say half of... Continue Reading →
Before The Cleaners Come I clear the kitchen counters, empty the dish-drying rack, tuck sponge and brush below the sink, hook broom behind the closet doors. The kitchen, dining room and hall are mine, as we agreed some time ago... Continue Reading →
Looking for a Sign of Life His eyes were already burning from the smoke of the cigarette stuck to his lips when the river running southeast towards Felton took a shallow leap and headed east. He stood in the rush... Continue Reading →
Memories Over Yonder Hill I realize that I have been here before, even though I have no tangible proof of such a claim. It is a distant foggy memory that reoccurs every now and then. It is not a place... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 