In Saying Goodbye

I found a perfect dead bird on the deck, outside the window victim of violence a deceptive white light through too-big windows his perfectly groomed feathers grew darker as they moved from his pale yellow-gray head to his almost black tail I spent yesterday willing...

Arlo

Happy final day of national poetry month! A flash poem a day, every day, in April! Looking forward to next year. Here’s today’s silly poem… Arlo Waggingly he came from the streets of LA Bundled up, shipped off to Seattle where average time to...

Holy Ground

the old man up the hill tends the garden of the woman next door the woman behind us up the hill donates supplies to schools the woman who lives beside her takes her sick dog for very slow, sunny walks to sniff the life from dewy blades of grass while ailing pup still...

Well Rested

I am tired of this world I’m tired of violence rabid intolerance greed rewarded trodden humans hidden, outright thwarted young lives mangled, ended weapons preferred to soft human flesh I’m tired of being told what to think how to think why I’m wrong...