Through His Lens He frames the world through his lens, directing his subjects this way and that, ordering one gone completely, as if to rewrite history, you were never here, changing whole landscapes with a slight shift of his body,... Continue Reading →
Superior Product An advertising sign blares against a backdrop of blue sky and scattered clouds, drawing the attention of both women and men, now suddenly convinced there is a far superior washing powder to the one they have been using.... Continue Reading →
One Bad Date There is an armadillo underneath the art-house picture frame. It’s holding two blue slushies and an answering machine. No one knows how he got there. By snooping around where the leftover popcorn gets thrown out seems most... Continue Reading →
Gray Hope I fold back our bed sheets this morning to match the rolls of cloud billows sliding like pillows into the naked hot sky. My feet slip to the tuck at the mattress to test the cool slickness that... Continue Reading →
Morning Poem In the moments before the day begins, I am alone. Almost full moon still visible through the narrow slit of a window in the back of the house. Dawn breaks in an instant: Look out one window and... Continue Reading →
Happy Hour Revisited Like the promise of rain in drought you perch on a barstool and smirk in rainbows of special effects. Baseball slogs away on TV. The bartender keeps refilling you with splashes of molten gold. I want to... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 