Waning The moon in phases grows and shrinks before our eyes, thus we remark in public forum: crops and tides and raging men in flannel robes will all be pulled toward the sky one day in twenty-nine. Likewise, the hearts... Continue Reading →
Dancing on the Face of the Moon Just this side of midnight, I stepped outside - an attempt to snag the tail of a summer breeze. Slowly, a shadow crept over me. Night turned darker than blackness itself and I... Continue Reading →
Purple Thistle A favorite of bumblebees but hell on earth for her husband, it had a humbleness she loved and she stroked the tassel’s velvet wherever he figured clods or weeds. He knew only the bite of its bristle, uprooting... Continue Reading →
Gardening with JD Life is like a rose, he says, unfurling and unpredictable, a transformation. Even death comes beautifully, dried petals and cinnamon in an antique crystal bowl. That’s enough, I say, you’ve gone too far this time, but he’s... Continue Reading →
Ghetto Pain Roads narrowed by food sellers Houses peeling and leaking Children walking bare feet With windowed garments Women breaking their backs As their husbands are hammering Anvils into meals Sirens are heard A house is on fire Shouts are... Continue Reading →
Except It drizzles all night and all morning and when I try to start the car it will not This happens often and I do not have a hammer at hand nor a stick of dynamite so I walk in... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 