We're just a little more than halfway through National Poetry Month. For those of you who are taking the 30 in 30 Challenge (write 30 poems in 30 days) , good work. And, for the rest of us, there's still... Continue Reading →
Funeral Sandwiches It comes down to the ceremony now, the detail. Pressing your shirt with the cutaway collar, not too much starch, the way you liked it. I sent the shoes that were a bit small, but they were so... Continue Reading →
You’ll Go She tells you grace is boring And you believe her Because her mouth moves like foreign language. So, grace must be boring. She believes in things Like the beautiful corpse And that people with mortgages are boring; Like... Continue Reading →
Going home going home following a path written by parallel lines of scented pinkish flowers another galaxy above ours small oriental boats floating on the river of despair I sit on the edge letting my bare feet float along and... Continue Reading →
By The Time I Got To Dublin By the time I got to Dublin, they swept glass bottles from avenue, the cars sat sensibly across the round-about, the clenched fists of '16, of '09 faded from view, their names as... Continue Reading →
Metamorphosis Nine caterpillars on the milkweed Monarchs in the making Nine fairy-tale larvae gnawing Toxic leaves and stems One short of a double handful Gaudy fingers counting happiness Into September’s waning light In a yard grown wild With end-of-season neglect... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 