Red Pleather Seats

Happy national poetry month! A flash poem a day, every day in April!   Red Pleather Seats above the lunch rush crowd a clattering, plates and cups two women sit alone reading in heaven a young boy, also alone on break from the kitchen intently checks his phone...

Our Fevered State

1. Pain and Shock I lay in bed this week fevered and in pain energy drained throat on fire tired and sick while screens around me surface a young white face with stone dead eye sockets murderer, 9 times over lily white terrorist with a Dorothy Hamill haircut imagined...

Gunman Me

flash poetry for Sabina Giado   She showed up in my feed after the shooting saying the wisest of things: “We all really need to examine ourselves and think about what separates us from these gunmen. Patience. Compassion. Humility. Humanity. Will we give those...

Pickle Recipe

We could argue all day about what is and isn’t a poem but let’s not. Keep your perspective. I’ll keep mine. Let’s make pickles in lieu of argument. in my notebooks grocery lists and recipes are tucked among poems like lighthouses for coming...