Mom She lies wrecked on memory’s rocks and shoals Life leaks from every storm torn hole in her hull Brain sinks to muddy bottom Broken hip anchors her to bed Brackish water clings to her hospital gown Nothing left for... Continue Reading →
Emily As The Confusion Is Not An Omission Emily didn’t know & I didn’t feel like telling her that the strongest fruit, the deep red of it has no actual roots once you pick it. We are fruit-pickers. we have... Continue Reading →
And You Thought You Would Never Write Again Nights when you can’t sleep do strange things to you… Nights after the fights where Angry words are thrown around Hurts bartered Until one leaves in a huff Unapologetic, Unforgiven With mouthful... Continue Reading →
Shadowgrams I see your shadow burned into the wall of the building across the street which is being sandblasted no amount of erosion erases your form from this monument it is as if you were carved there by your feet... Continue Reading →
Prayer in the Cupola for Bobby T. When cold still air bites I am happy for that and for other things I can’t see but know are there, Four friends raise glasses to those on both sides of the equation,... Continue Reading →
Old Firs I often eat lunch in Awbrey Park beside four crowded fir trees leaning this way and that, as if not on speaking terms. These trees are tall and weathered with brindled bark and the same wrinkled scowls that... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 