Hope or despair, I can’t decide Free beer, I’ll say, though there is no free beer. Maybe heaven will serve drafts gratis, a little cheer-me-up to brighten the spirits. If it’s not just a bait and switch where we show… Continue Reading →
To Walk Barefoot The place where the sidewalk ends: “Here stops safety and convenience, life and civilization.” Do not listen. Do not meekly return to skyscrapers and shopping malls but bend, slip off shoes, slide socks over curved arches, unleash… Continue Reading →
Dredging That’s all that I remember. My mother looking up at six year old me from the bottom of the stairs, telling me grandma was dead. I probably cried when grandma died. I wasn’t allowed at the funeral and that’s… Continue Reading →
Ramblings on the Road I. And miles to go before I sleep at journey’s end, if I’m able to sleep. Oh, a moment for relief and respite, a few hours with eyes closed. But, whether it be for… Continue Reading →
Parted Love I stop somewhere waiting for you now that our roads have diverged and wonder if some path might lead you back to me. I couldn’t explain how to find this scenic outlook where I watch beauty from… Continue Reading →
Note: I originally wrote this poem as a response to a workshop writing prompt to create a cento, a poem composed of lines from other poets. The cento I created, below, consists solely of ending lines from published poems. This… Continue Reading →
Music Box The delicate ballerina’s twirl mesmerized as it un-wound, leaving only the ghost of music shimmering, a remnant in the stillness of memory, stillness of moments pregnant with possibility, as if another turn could somehow sound my desolate depths…. Continue Reading →
Your sons and daughters will prophesy (Acts 2:17) (After the image “Humid” by Joshua Eric Williams) Every so often the trees call, needing to impart wisdom. When their mystical chant beckons, I hasten to walk their forest abbeys, silent, listening,… Continue Reading →
Birds in a Mirror (After the image “Cloud Dance” by Claire Ibarra) Eyes locked with the old man, I’m reminded of stark trees naked in winter branches devoid of color, only a remembrance of beauty. Mottled with imperfection, his body… Continue Reading →
What the world needs Guiding taillights abruptly invisible, I gently step on the brake. Even the centerline fades as thick ground-fog hangs over the highway, camouflages oncoming traffic and the next bend. As I white knuckle my way forward, I… Continue Reading →
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