Hospice House They’ve been numerically labeled all their lives first husbands, second wives the last four of their social security number Not anymore for here each room is the name of a tree What used to be 227 is now... Continue Reading →
Washing supermarket underwear hanging out in the rain ordinary remnants of the unkillable poor the dead elastic trembles dt shakes in refinery fallout this vision feels like a shred of chop caught in back teeth and i am a head... Continue Reading →
Before Leaving Ireland, Summer of 2015 ++++++++ “…But I could never love again ++++++++++++++ He’s the only one for me, Jolene.” -Dolly Parton, “Jolene” We always saw morning, early hours, but never sun rise, and yet I’ve woken to this... Continue Reading →
Sleep Eating You used to eat 8 spiders while you slept, over a lifetime Maybe folks think about arachnids then put 8 and 8 together Now I hear we may eat 3 to 8 although some say dozens Living in... Continue Reading →
Feeling of Fall The air changes from stale to crisp, the wind sweeps in coldness, it crawls into my bones with determination. I sense the change days before it happens; leaves drink in the color like ocean sponges. Along comes... Continue Reading →
Play It Again I can’t get the old songs out of my head– Fly Me to the Moon, Unforgettable– lyrics crooned across generations. But life isn’t a warped 33 rpm slowly spinning on a wobbly turntable, the needle caught in... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 