The Morning After

so many empty plates dishes piled high corks found in corners furniture askew memory too what did I do?   beside stained counters trash overflows its cans and there’s pure audacity in that recycle bin what will the neighbors think?   candles broke their dams...

Questions for the Gentle

How did you do it my ancestral poets? How did you feel this world so completely when the gentle and the kind suffer while the greedy and mean run so many things? How did you embrace this world where war in all its forms spreads like fire where self-delusion and...

Summer Rhythm

Slow beat the summer heat watermelon eat stop admire earth-hardened feet catch warm-air nap eyes at rest beneath cap swim again one more lap that leap oh that leap from dock to lake felt better than crack remember and shivers still race down my back. Select sweet...

Writing After Midnight

Now is the time to dance with your demons let your fear run amuck self-rattle your cages. Now is the time to howl at the moon, mourn your dead, your departed, your drifting away. Now is the time to flail, wail, scream hope that you’re dreaming wish you were...

The Voice of Unease

One day I will hear the voice of unease before her tears fall. I will take her small hand, slow down, allowing the ample time she demands to reacquaint us with this lucky life. And when I do, we will see a neighbor teaching her dog how to dance. We will notice nervous...