Present Wrapping The slow unfolding of thick silken paper, Razor sharp edges, chemical odours, The charming metallic numerals, Dancing in celebration of your wisdom, A birthday another, I carefully lay creases in the corners precisely, With double washed fingers, Trembling... Continue Reading →
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 →
Poetry Breakfast 