A Plea from a Bathroom Scale Hello? You see me. I’m right in front of you. Chisel through grout sealing your feet to tile. I miss the feel of rippled skin along your arch. What are you afraid of anyway?... Continue Reading →
Roads Every poet wants you to understand How their road is different Better or worse, more or less Painful and blessed Than the one most traveled The one they decided against All those years ago When choices were possible As... Continue Reading →
One California Bus He leans into his phone like he’s confessing. His lips move but no one hears him. Tapping his left foot against the wheel well you know he wants to vacate this lesser vehicle and set free his... Continue Reading →
Comma People From across the room it's easy to see they are comma people, parsing each others' dialogue, now having a conversation about the dictionary, now references the perfect way to use a semicolon, now listening to others with red... Continue Reading →
Castoffs I didn’t say half of what I wanted That day we met for the last time Complaining about the weather and working too hard giving you countless opening for reassuring words which never came You didn’t say half of... Continue Reading →
Before The Cleaners Come I clear the kitchen counters, empty the dish-drying rack, tuck sponge and brush below the sink, hook broom behind the closet doors. The kitchen, dining room and hall are mine, as we agreed some time ago... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 