Summer’s End
The news this morningcame with the tollof Tubular Bellsflying up my news feedlike a teleportationto my youthCanada – Russia ’72Paul HendersonThe Golden Goaland the tall manleaning on his stickgame face…
Poetry
Eternity Is…
Eternity is a song beyond timeor silence deeper than Creationcaught in the instantyou realize she has gonewithout a wordleaving behindonly a shaft of sunlightflickeringon her footprintsin the dust as she…
September
There is a crispnessin the morning airas dog days sliplike a molten sunsetbeneath the wavesof autumn,nights arrivingsooner than last week. We hardly noticein our hastefor school suppliesand awesome dealsat American…
The Language of Loneliness
Nose downsniffing every cornernook and crannyalong the fencewhile otherseye deepin Androidor iPhoneignore the signsyelled in silencea stick offeredlet’s playit saysthen zoomieswhen eyes liftand smileok, let’s play! ml’25 (early morning in…
Walls
When first you breakshards of you like shrapnelembedded in the stuccoyou once called ‘home’,tiny men in bibbed overallsbuild walls brick by brickwet mortar flyingto protect you while you heal,a facade…
176
It sounds so clinical,176 – like a tokenor ticket clutchedwaitingfor your starched shirtsor bakery orderbut to his motherthere was a namesung deep like a lullabybeyond our earsor comprehension,whispered softlyby his…