Sumac Flames
Sumac flamesagainst a leaden skyone last burning emberof the summer past. The leaves are turningdrought curled carpettoo late the refreshmentof the pelting rain. The taste of fogreplaces smokey yesterdaywhen the…
Poetry
A Day So Quiet
A day so quiet,you can hear the rustleof Frieda’s leashin fallen leaves,or children playingin the parkthree blocks away. These are days to remember,not the big promotionor the long commuteor what…
We Lose Sight
We lose sight of the horizonnavigatingthe crests and troughs of an angry seathat is our lifefrom first coffee to pajama time. We lose sight of the big pictureattendingto the details…
I’m Terrible With Names
I’m terriblewith namescuz they are labelsfrom someone elsewhile facesare homegrownwith youas you travel. Names define usin other peoples termsbefore we were wevenerating Uncle ‘Bud’or maybe a movie starmama watched on…
Lost Friends & Two Dollar Boxes
it hits you funny,sometimes, death,like a sledgehammermade out of puttywielded by a midgetwith spasticityas a surgeonwould wield a knife I was at an auctionrural typelots of weldersand big implementsfor fixing…
While Cicadas Sang
Thirteen yearsburied ‘neath the loamin my backyardsilent diggingfar from watchful eyeswaitingfor a tender morselof fresh larvae. Thirteen years agoI was writinga special soliloquoyfor a special nightjust ‘An Ordinary Man‘in an…