Gibberish
don’t ask me what they’re all about—these words so devoutly spewing from my mouthas if some great meaning i espoused to riot in while you were out in the runes…
Bearing the Sacred News
morning’s pale slivernearly unperceivablethe taste of yesterday, still heavy in the airour 911 sent to Godradio waves prayed into spacean SOS from humanityseeking absolution, deliverance from calamityswallowed by the voidjust…
Free Ride
fog swirlsover roads once strolledshadows driftingin the folds of my mindforming stories in the gray It’s 9 pm. A truck stop in the distance peers from the dark, welcoming. The…
Commercial Breakdown
go aheadslip in dangling modifieran unexplained pronounor a hyped-up verbno one’s watchingi do it all the timepeople say it’s the right thing to dologic doesn’t sellbut functions well as a…
Movement
for Johanna. halls paintedin dancing candlelight . . .my breathing tunedto the echoesof your footsteps How could a memory from 40-years ago tug at me as yours does now? How…
Origami Clouds
why do you glare at me so brightthat blank stare of a dareto trespass → → → → → → on hallowed white but, no SIGNS_______no rules__________no lines to read…
March 7, 1965
I remember mornings when milk came in bottlesleft on the front doorstepwhen battles on the black-and-white newscouldn’t match our imaginations triggeredby trains rolling down the tracksheaded from somewhere to somewherewe…
Following In His Own Footsteps
he tends his dreams'til the break of dawn . . .songbirdsgathering in the fieldsignal it's time to harvestHere, beneath the clouds, a boy feels the first drops of sky dripping…
Overexposed
that old songstuck in a groove . . .flashbacks You occupy half the space; your smile dominates the composition. I look happy—must have been—I was holding hands with you. Here…
The Softest Sigh
I treasure each moment we spent together, every flower that made you smile. memories of you . . .water drippingthrough my fingers
