Not Blue, But Black She spent childhood afternoons at the bathroom sink, hand washing and wringing, cutting her twelve- year molars on hunger for certainty. Riddled by compulsive tics, her feet encased in depressive concrete, she survived with pills and... Continue Reading →
Blood Draw I walk like an old truck with a bent frame ready to wander off the road into a head-on crash or drift into the ditch but somehow maintains its direction down the center of the slow lane. I... Continue Reading →
Awaiting Acceptance I will have coffee and cigarettes on the porch. I will watch the morning build itself from fading dark. Men will arrive, and I will think that this is work I could do myself, but it will not... Continue Reading →
Readers here are familiar with Poetry Breakfast. A morning nibble of poetic nourishment. But Poet’s Lunch and Reading? I am not much good at explaining. Especially when things grow organically. A seed dropped by the wind. Planted in my yard. ... Continue Reading →
When Grandma Wins at Bingo We four get to go To Denny's Fried chicken in baskets A mound of hot crisp fries Our oily fingerprints all over The paper mats The four of us coloring Laughing and gulping Milkshakes And... Continue Reading →
The Well After the drought the well fills fast. Someday there may be birds that sit at the edges, sating their thirst. They will sing sublime melodies and moonlight will skate gently along the borders, skim away in laughing ripples.... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 