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