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
Japanese Death Poems
as I slip from this planeinto the quiet realmbeneath a sea of starsI'll take with me my memoriesand leave you with the laughterthe dog can have my bones * as…
Darkened Rooms
I’m wandering the upstairs hallway of this old hotel, wondering what stories lie buried in its now abandoned rooms. It was once a thriving establishment, catering to travelers on paddlewheel…
The Next Moment
He watched the leaf drop beneath the horizon and gently light on the ground. He watched as it became a memory, lingering there in the blooming sunrise. one step closerto…
