Category: Poetry

An owl in the night down the road in dark moonless night in a snag perhaps with knotholes and rough bark out there in the dark like here in a bed pushing back dread for a sound like hope but the old apple tree that once held a swing nearby hollowed out … Continue Reading

“The world is better now that you are here.” That was what the sign above the entrance read. It was wooden; the letters were black. I remember analyzing it as I shuffled off the bus, my mind going through the motions of acceptance, making sure to harde … Continue Reading

shredding the barn, lining up tiny red blue green toy soldiers for sale. The grasses have dried to flame , the stairs are dust and customers roam all the rooms picking up, putting down books and cups, silks and soft eider pillows. Even the mountain bey … Continue Reading

I have missed a lot of boats. Most of them I saw clearly only when I looked behind me. Boats I coulda, shoulda, woulda boarded and sailed away to some place happier than here. But I have only this boat. This houseboat, this beat up leaky canoe, this so … Continue Reading

I sit on her porch. Alone. It’s quiet Except for the faint Rolling of crickets Chirping their song. There is a calm, cool breeze Gently rocking the goldenrods. The second day of autumn Brings with it their sweet, soothing scent. Only the distant hum of … Continue Reading

I’m here, in a small moment looking for windows to break this isn’t rebellion I tell my mom I broke a jar on asphalt picked it up with my hands I listen to melancholic silence in big rooms I nod and sweep by people I don’t hand out flyers, or paint t-s … Continue Reading

It is hard to walk into the VA. President’s face, larger than life and the VA secretaries smiling blandly. The American flag proudly centered. A wall full of pamphlets from every group. Smiling joyful face at the desk, a new one, again, (one face laste … Continue Reading

Sticky July – wasps in the greenhouse. We dragged out the vacuum and sucked up their hard dark bodies; stuffed a rag in to the nozzle, so they would not crawl back out. See them, covered in dust, climbing over each other in darkness. I dreamt they esca … Continue Reading

How lucky I would be if I could stand upon a branch and soak in the blue and greens of a spot of water instead of placed around a table with people who don’t take time to breathe or understand each other? … Continue Reading

Silence. Smooth, glassy reflection. Ripples Peace. Wind Whispers darting back and forth Be quiet, careful. Suddenly A thunderous crash As a watery hand slaps the surface of the beach, Sand soaring in all directions Tumbling Scuttling Swept out to sea. … Continue Reading

Here’s to the guides Who light our path Saying nothing of our twists and turns Simply holding a candle Some paths are wide Worn smooth by wealthy men Other paths are hidden Even from those meant to walk them This uncovering is my life’s work The story … Continue Reading

A jar of pork fat from the small pig your rancheros slaughtered for New Year’s Eve. El aceite del chancho, miraculously slid through Atlanta customs. The same nebulous color of the clouds of Peñas Blancas, suspended somewhere between a solid and a liqu … Continue Reading